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Idomu	By : Robyn Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.I am making no profit from this.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating – NC-17

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don’t know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, body modification, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

Pairings – (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI!

Idomu - Chapter 2

Gohan whimpered in his sleep. It seemed as though the events from the night before had decided they needed to be explored even further. “Oh, Vegeta,” he heard his father’s voice in his dream. Kakarott’s pelvic thrusts against his behind were turning him on, immensely, and he wondered when the other would chose to grace him with actual penetration. The sobering thought in his dream brought him abruptly awake from the half doze. He realized only half of what had been happening was a dream. Kakarott was humping his backside and mumbling the prince’s name. “Kakarott!” he hissed, swatting over his shoulder at the other.

“Don’t fight me, Ouji,” Kakarott sleepily whined against his ear, hugging him even tighter.

Gohan struggled to breathe as Kakarott’s strong arms threatened to break his ribs and upper arms. He grit his teeth and snaked his quickly numbing arm back, reaching desperately for the concubine’s tail. He got as best a grip as he could on the furry appendage and jerked at it. “Aaaah,” Kakarott gave a pleased groan, and Gohan grit his teeth; that hadn’t been what he’d been hoping for. He finally dug his nails into the hairless base of the Kakarott’s tail.

Kakarott woke with a pained hiss. He grabbed the slave’s hand and twisted the thumb out of joint, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” he asked after the slave screeched.

Gohan panted through the pain. “I’d like to ask you the same question! Humping me in your sleep, and calling me Ouji? Are you trying to get us both killed?” Gohan demanded, remembering what Kakarott had told him last night in the hall, not knowing how much of warning was scare tactic or actual.

Kakarott let the slave’s hand drop in order to brush the hair out of his eyes. The pain he had woken to had almost made him forget what his so pleasant dream had been about. Now that the slave had reminded him: he took a deep settling breath, smelling his own arousal permeating the room. He growled and levered himself away from the slave’s warm body, turning his legs to hang over the edge of the bed as he sat up, before he reached back and pulled the slave off the bed by its hair.

Gohan grunted as he hit the floor, gingerly rubbing his abused scalp, “Don’t get mad at me! I wasn’t the one…” he gave a pained gasp as he was backhanded across the face, his body twisting sideways, shoulder connecting with the floor from the force of it.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, only to have the sound cut short as a bare foot applied ample pressure to his throat, “You really, really talk too much for a slave,” Kakarott informed him, “Don’t make me suggest to his Highness that he have your tongue cut out,” Gohan nodded he understood and Kakarott removed his foot.

Gohan closed his eyes, grimacing as he snapped his thumb back into place. Then he rubbed his cheek with one hand and his throat with the other. He opened them back up when the sound of running water came to his ears. Kakarott was no longer in the same room as him. He quickly stood and concentrated on trying to get enough ki to generate to make it to the window. He sighed in disgust as none came to his aid. He was stuck. “Crap!”

“SLAVE! Come here!” Kakarott yelled when he heard the exclamation from the slave. Gohan hung his head and trotted towards the shower room. “Get undressed and get in here!” Kakarott said as he caught sight of Gohan.

Gohan sighed and slipped the shirt up over his head and off. He quickened his pace with the pants he wore when he saw Kakarott’s look darkening with impatience. He gasped as he stepped closer, the splash back seeming ice-cold. He finally took the bar of soap Kakarott handed towards him. He shivered as he lathered his hands and began running them over the concubine’s toned shoulders. It wasn’t until his fingers were slicking over the skin of the other’s back that he noticed the goose-bumps forming over every inch of skin.

Kakarott raised his arms over his head, and let them hang loosely as he pressed his hands against the wall, letting the cold spray hit him dead on. He shook his head with disgust at himself, as he shivered even more when the slave began to tentatively wash his back. He growled, “This isn’t working.”

“Wha-aaaah!” Gohan started to ask which turned into a yelped as he was dragged under the cold spray and then pressed up against the tiled wall. He clawed at Kakarott’s shoulders, the suds still lathering his hands not giving him any traction, as the concubine brought his legs up around his waist and then slammed into him. He choked on the gasp that tried to leave his paralyzed lungs. Kakarott had just hit something that hadn’t been touched the night before. When his lungs decided they were going to cooperate again, he tried to stifle the pleasured whine that came unbidden to his throat.

Kakarott growled as he pressed up into the slave savagely. Closed his eyes, trying to block out the tiny gasps the slave was emitting with every thrust he sent into that body. Visions of it being Vegeta instead flashed behind his closed eyes and he pressed his mouth over the slave’s, driving his tongue into the other’s open mouth.

Gohan moaned into the mouth that was kissing him, using his tongue to parry against the other’s. His fingers twisted in water-matted spikes and he broke away from the experienced mouth of the concubine, leaning his head back against the wall as he cried out in mindless bliss.

Kakarott growled as he opened his eyes briefly, before he shut them and started attacking the slave’s already bruised neck with his teeth. He grunted in satisfaction, as the pain seemed to bring the slave back to his senses somewhat; at least he was struggling now instead of being a limp scapegoat. That was more like his dream…Vegeta putting up a token of resistance against his undisciplined concubine.

Gohan tried to press the other’s face away with his hands…everything had felt so good until Kakarott had started nipping at him. The bites were slowly nearing his pain threshold. He growled and twisted his hands in order to press his thumbs into the concubine’s eyes, but Kakarott swiftly caught them up in his own, and then pressed his wrists above his head with one hand, as he reached the other down to pinch his nipple hard in retribution. “Are you trying to make me angry?” Kakarott growled at him.

“You’re hurting me…” Gohan gasped.

“I don’t care,” Kakarott informed the slave. He watched as the slave closed its eyes, its lower lip trembling somewhat as it turned its face away. “Who ever spoiled you in the past did you no favors,” Kakarott said. The slave only nodded that it had heard.

Kakarott dropped it hands and picked up his pace with his hips. He grunted as the slave began to respond to him again, in a positive manner, pressing their bodies tightly together as he felt the other’s erection between them. The concubine smiled fleetingly as the slave called out, and warm liquid splashed up between them, contrasting to the cold water. Kakarott pressed his forehead into the wall over the slave’s shoulder and pounded into him until his own release overtook him.

Kakarott unhooked the slave’s ankles from behind him and lifted it off. Gohan settled wobbly to his own feet and reached for the wall behind him as Kakarott bent to the side, and adjusted the temperature of the water to something more comfortable; the cold shower had proven futile any way.

Gohan bent down to pick the soap up from the floor, only to have one of his knees grow weak on him. He grabbed the bar before standing slowly and started to rub it between his hands. It was suddenly plucked from his possession, and he looked up to see Kakarott lathering it up much faster, “We have a long day ahead of us,” the concubine explained as he started rubbing the suds quickly over the slave’s body.

Kakarott was surprised at how quickly the burn marks from the night before were healing up, and frowned. That was usually a sign of high ki potential in a slave. The spine block kept them from using ki in outward techniques, but the body could still use its own chi to heal.

He stepped away from the spray to let the slave rinse off as he applied soap to his own skin before pressing the other gently out of the way of the warm water and rinsing off.

“Turn the water off,” he instructed as he reached around through the clear curtain and grabbed a couple of the towels off of their shelf. He pressed one into the slave’s hands before he started drying himself quickly.

Gohan tried to pick up his speed, but he was still slower than the other. By the time he passed through the curtain, the concubine was already in the process of dressing. This time the outfit was silver/blue, and less flowing. He duly caught the plain white clothing thrown his direction, and started pulling it on. He looked up to see Kakarott staring at him impatiently from a door on the opposite side of the room than they had entered with the night before.

Gohan straightened up and Kakarott grunted before opening the door. The smell of fresh baked bread attacked Gohan’s nose, and his stomach growled rebelliously.

“Been a while since you’ve had a decent meal?” Kakarott asked as he inspected the common room. Something was off; breakfast should have already been placed on the table.

Gohan nodded, “Yeah,” he replied, stepping closer to the doorway.

“Hn,” Kakarott commented before stepping all the way into the room, “What time did you wake us?”

Gohan rolled his eyes, but didn’t comment on the fact that it had been the concubine that had woken him first, “I have no idea.”

Kakarott shot a warning look at the slave and gave a satisfied snort at the its submissive reaction, “You stay in the room,” he pressed the other back into his quarters, “I am going to go see how long before breakfast is finished,” he informed it before closing his door in the slave’s face.

Gohan blew air up into his bangs before turning back to the room. He shook his head as his stomach rumbled again, and looked for anything that might be mildly distracting. Climbing to the window was out; the walls were rough, but had no handholds what so ever in their inwardly curving architecture.

The door they had entered through the night before was locked on the inside by a coded lock…and apparently only Kakarott, and possibly Vegeta, knew the code to get out. If he was ever given enough alone time, he might be able to figure it out…but he knew it would probably be a long time before that happened. He slammed his fist into the hardwood, only to shake his knuckles for the sting, and cursed himself quietly. His body was slowly becoming quite the riddle of bruises and abrasions.

He sucked on his skinned knuckles as he took a seat on the bed. He quickly got up and made it, that little distraction only lasting a minute. Finally he laid himself out on the floor, and started doing pushups. He was only at thirty when Kakarott came back to the room, a basket in hand.

Gohan’s nose perked up at the smell of what the other had brought back with him; more of that lovely fresh baked bread smell. His stomach rumbled and Kakarott shook his head at him before tossing him a loaf. Gohan twisted from his planted stance on the floor in order to catch it before it hit the ground. He rolled up onto his side and then leaned up to sit cross-legged on the floor as he started tearing into the pastry…what ever it was, it was delicious.

“You got us up three hours earlier than when I usually rise,” Kakarott informed him, inspecting the made bed before sitting down on its edge. “And a whole hour before the electricity is turned back on,” he took a loaf from the basket for himself, and started pulling it apart and popping the torn off pieces into his mouth.

“Sowwy,” Gohan mumbled around his mouthful. Electricity? This place wasn’t all about torches and fire pits all the time then?

Kakarott rolled his eyes in disgust at the crude habit, but didn’t say anything. Some mannerisms would be taken care of in a day or two. He stared in disbelief as the slave started sucking the excess oil and crumbs off of his fingers and quickly grabbed one of the wiping clothes he had brought with him out to the other.

Gohan looked at the cloth being handed to him and then down at his thumb he had stuck in his mouth. He smiled sheepishly before taking it from the concubine’s hand and wiping his hands clean with it. He held it back out to the other, but Kakarott snorted at him, “You can clean up your own mess. You’re the slave, not I.”

Gohan frowned, but said nothing as Kakarott finished his own pastry. Gohan hesitated in calling it bread…it was just too damned flaky, and tasty, and sweet, but without the glaze of a doughnut.

Kakarott wiped off his own hands as he thought about what to do. Staying in the room with the slave for long periods of time was quickly not becoming an option. He shook his head, wondering what Vegeta had been thinking, leaving the slave in his ‘care’.

“What were you doing when I came back in?” Kakarott asked, trying to think of anything to distract them. Reading was out. The oil lamp was indicating it was running out of fuel.

“I was exercising,” Gohan replied.

Kakarott snorted at him, “What do you usually do when you are up this early?”

“I train,” Gohan replied. It had been a while since he had been up this many hours before dawn though. He wondered at the strange expression on the concubine’s face. “What?”

“I didn’t think they let slaves train,” Kakarott’s look gave Gohan an ‘uh-oh’ sort of feeling.

“Uh…they don’t, that’s why I usually did it so early?” Gohan chuckled nervously at his lie, “Got to keep a body in shape some how. Sitting in a pen all day just doesn’t do it for one’s physique!”

Kakarott snorted with some humor, “Yeah, I guess it doesn’t,” as he got up from the mattress. He dug around in the back of his closet for something before a training outfit came flying Gohan’s direction, “Put those on. We’ll see what you know,” Kakarott said as he started taking off his current outfit.

Gohan quickly diverted his eyes and did as he was asked. He smiled briefly at the suit he was putting on…so much like the one Vegeta always wore, but a little loose on him. Apparently this wasn’t of the ‘shrink to fit’ material he was accustomed to. He looked up quickly at the sound of his leash, “What?”

Kakarott shook his head at the slave as he came closer, “You can’t go around the palace without a collar,” he explained.

Gohan grimaced, “Why?”

Kakarott sneered at the slave with impatience, “You want common guards thinking you are fair game, go ahead,” he explained.

“Oh,” Gohan cringed at the idea. He tilted his chin up in order for Kakarott to put the collar around his neck, “Does it have to be so tight? I’m not going to run away.”

Kakarott shook his head…maybe this slave was brain damaged, “A loose fit will have room to move…which means more chaffing,” he explained slowly.

Gohan grimaced at the idea and didn’t ask for anymore obviously stupid favors. It seemed as though Kakarott was doing his best for him, in odd enough ways. “Um…can you tell me where the bathroom is?” Hopefully there wasn’t any harm in knowing that little bit of information.

~o0o~~o0o~

Goku sighed. His elbow was resting on his raised knee, and his forehead was resting in his raised hand, “You’re telling me all of Vegeta-sei was gay? That you’re gay?” He yelped at a small ki blast the prince fired at his shoulder. He angrily rubbed the sting away.

“I am not gay,” Vegeta told him for the umpteenth time; the man was just being impossibly dense this early morning. Maybe he should have let him get some sleep?

“But you are saying that you slept…had sex with men?” Goku asked, “That’s gay!” he said in frustration after Vegeta nodded.

Vegeta growled, “Fine…whatever! By Earth standards, I am considered ‘gay’. By galactic standards I am considered ‘normal.’” Once again he was reminded why there were times he hated this backwater mud ball.

“Videl’s not going to like it,” Goku said quietly, “And she’s not going to be so understanding.”

Vegeta almost laughed…Kakarott was calling himself ‘understanding’? He had this strong urge to go and kick the other sayian in the balls.

“Just so’s ya know, Vegeta, I am not gay,” Goku said, his eyes closing sleepily.

Vegeta could no longer resist his ‘urge’.

~o0o~~o0o~

Kakarott sat on his knees as he watched the slave. The young man had called it a ‘kata’. Whatever, it looked like dancing; all poses and fluid movements with no speed or force behind them.

The lights suddenly came on and the concubine tucked his toes under the balls of his feet, standing in a fluid movement, “Slave!” he said, getting its attention. Kakarott settled into a defensive position, raised a hand palm upward, and then beckoned the other to him.

Gohan gulped. He didn’t have ki to speak of on this planet for unknown reasons, and here the image of his father wanted to fight. Yet he didn’t know how to refuse with out getting his ass beaten any way. He sighed and tightened down mentally. Speed was his only weapon here, and even most of that was taken away until his body adjusted to the new gravity.

“Show me what use those poses mean in a real fight,” Kakarott instructed, “I’ll go quarter speed and I won’t use ki.”

One of Gohan’s brows rose in surprise at the concubine’s statement. The other knew he had no useful ki? He started with the arm movements of the kata: rigid strike, forearm block, and thumb twist.

Kakarott grinned. This might prove to most useful despite how weak it had looked. “And?”

Gohan blew out a tense breath before performing the leg portion of the kata: shin block, knee strike, and low heel kick.

Kakarott frowned as he barely moved his knee out of the way of the heel kick, “Interesting. Together,” he stated.

Gohan nodded and began. Rigid strike and shin block combo. Knee strike and forearm block combo. Thumb twist, pulled the other in, heel strike.

Kakarott grinned, “Don’t see a whole lot of strictly physical styles this day and age. Faster,” and Gohan started again, picking up his speed.

Kakarott actually chuckled, “Faster.” They repeated this pattern six more times before Kakarott threw in a random strike at the end of the kata’s combinations. Gohan’s eyes widened as the concubine’s hand barely made contact in a palm strike to his chest.

“Extremely careless of you not to be expecting that,” Kakarott said as he pulled his hand away.

Gohan swallowed and nodded. That could have been his ribs puncturing his heart and lungs. “Again. Expect variations this time!”

Kakarott was thoroughly enjoying pushing the slave to its limits. Apparently, this youngster was more than he seemed. There was no way those ‘katas’ had put some of the instincts or reactions he was seeing in the slave’s responses.

Gohan was sweating profusely and quickly running out of breath. The bread from earlier in the morning was waning. His ki sense suddenly kicked in, causing him to lose focus as he felt Vegeta’s and some others’ presences. He did half a dozen quick flips out of Kakarott’s way before settling down to a crouch next to his collar and pulling it up to his neck. “Ready to call it quits?” Kakarott asked smugly.

Gohan shook his head as he struggled to get the damn thing latched into place. His eyes darted quickly in the direction of the entry to the training area, just as the doors opened.

Kakarott turned towards the entry and seeing who was entering quickly bowed, “Your Highness,” he said before standing. He threw a quick glance over his should at the slave, wondering at the other’s fortunate reactions. Another thing to add to ‘things slaves don’t know.’

Vegeta didn’t halt his pace into the training room, despite the fact he was extremely surprised to see one of his concubines using the facility. It pleased him greatly that his concubine was taking his direction seriously, and had brought the slave with him. “Kakarott,” Vegeta barely acknowledged as some of the elites he was training with today filed in after him.

‘Well, this is awkward,’ Gohan thought to himself as he dropped both knees to the floor in what he hoped was an acceptable gesture of submissiveness.

Kakarott shivered as he gave his prince another glance over. It wasn’t often he had reason to see Vegeta in full armor. He licked his lips in appreciation before he spoke, “I am very sorry your Highness. We will leave immediately.”

Vegeta grunted, curious as to what he had interrupted. There was the smell of sweat, and excitement, but not arousal. “You are welcome to use this facility any time it is not in use by actual combatants,” Vegeta granted. He’d look over the surveillance tapes later to see what had been going on.

Kakarott bowed low at the unusual privilege he had been granted. Concubines weren’t well known for the physical prowess: mostly for looks. In addition, there was always the potential of a concubine not being happy with their station, and taking it out on the party they felt responsible. This was a huge form of trust Vegeta had just given him, “Thank you, your Highness,” he said before he turned and grabbed the slave’s leash.

Gohan trotted obediently behind Kakarott as it seemed the concubine was in an urgent hurry to leave the room, “That was close,” Kakarott said over his shoulder as the doors closed behind them.

One of the elites chuckled as the doors closed, “Maybe someone is getting delusions of grandeur? Anyone interested in teaching him his place?” A few of the elites laughed at his statement, but the jollity came to a complete halt as their leader fell back with a grunt and broken nose.

Vegeta growled as he licked the blood from his glove, “Anyone else distracted by my concubine?” Several heads shook in the negative, “Good, then we can get down to some serious training!”

Kakarott opened his door quickly, and closed it after the slave followed him in. He took the collar off of the other, “Get changed. I hope there is some food left.” Gohan didn’t have to be told twice. Had he known it was a possibility that they’d miss breakfast, he’d have been stripping in the hall!

He was just finishing putting on the loose shirt as Kakarott opened the inner door. Gohan blinked at him…the concubine certainly knew how to change fast. He was already in that silver/blue outfit he had changed out of before they had left. Gohan quickly stepped to follow the other, but Kakarott stopped him, “Get the collar.”

Gohan sighed, and went to go and pick it up off the floor, placing it back on. He handed the leash to Kakarott as the other stepped from the room, “Well, seems like Kakarott has decided to grace us with his presence,” a female voice said as Kakarott first entered the room.

Gohan followed a step after, and there was sudden silence. He kept his eyes low, even as he tried to figure out how many people there were in the room. He hadn’t thought about the fact there might be other concubines until this moment, and unease settled in his stomach. Some of the other sayians in the room were male also, and Gohan had to wonder how things would have gone for him if it hadn’t been his fath…Kakarott last night.

“I am glad to see you left some, Rue,” Kakarott sneered as he sat down at one of the benches. Gohan knelt on the floor beside him as Kakarott directed the leash. He had been about to sit next to him, forgetting there were such things as protocol to worry about. “Girl like you needs to worry about that sort of thing,” Kakarott stated calmly.

Rue screeched and left the table, “Sensitive,” one of the other males at the table shook his head before stuffing a boiled egg in his mouth. It seemed as though he swallowed it whole before he stood, “No offense, Kakarott. I was just finishing as you came in.”

Kakarott grabbed a breakfast steak of some sort off of a platter with a fork-like utensil, “None taken, Senna. I do understand that I am late.” Gohan’s mouth was watering to the point of distraction. If he wasn’t given something soon, he was going to do something rash.

“Well, don’t let it starve,” the other female of the group stated as she took a sip from her cup. She placed it back on the table’s surface before steepling her fingers under her chin and giving Gohan a long look over.

Kakarott shook his head and passed another loaf of the same pastry Gohan’d had earlier. “Looks sayian,” a male voice from across the table said. Gohan couldn’t see him from his position on the floor.

“Smells sayian,” the lady who had been most gracious in telling Kakarott to feed him said.

“That’s because it is sayian, Yerba” Kakarott said between a mouthful of food and a drink of water. He broke off a piece of the steak he was eating on and passed it to the slave.

Gohan practically inhaled the meat, “You’ve got your work cut out for you there,” the unknown man offered.

Kakarott growled and passed a used wiping cloth to the slave, “I’ve noticed. Use it,” he glared at Gohan.

Gohan didn’t appreciate being treated like a dog, but got the feeling this was the best he could expect from Kakarott while in others’ presences. He wiped his fingers off.

“Where did you get him? I didn’t realize his Highness was passing out rewards.”

Kakarott sighed, “He was gifted to the Prince last night. Apparently his Highness had no wish to be bothered dealing with a slave today. So he turned him over to me for the time being.”

Yerba sighed, “Well, it’s a damn good thing it wasn’t given to me.”

“Why’s that, Yerba?” the other male asked.

“I’ve gotten rather lonely with his Highness’s attention always focused on one of us,” she glanced sideways at Kakarott.

Who snorted, “I have no idea what the attraction is, I swear!”

The other male chuckled, “Well, we can’t all have your looks, Kakarott.”

“Thanks, Parral,” Kakarott said; hoping the other would drop it.

“Maybe you could suggest to his Highness having some company once in a while?” Yerba asked archly.

“I am not so certain his Highness would like such a suggestion coming from one of his concubines. He might get the idea things were happening while he wasn’t here,” Kakarott responded.

Parral shuddered, “Don’t do it, then. Lock down sucks.”

Yerba pouted but nodded, “Yes, forget I asked,” she said as she got up and moved towards another one of the doors from this apparent common room.

Gohan pulled back on his leash just the tiniest bit, hoping Kakarott would get the hint that he was still hungry. All of this talk was rather boring to him and his stomach was about to make some very noisy, and therefore embarrassing, complaints.

Kakarott stabbed at a bigger piece of meat, placed it on a platter, and set it on the bench in front of Gohan, “Well, I’ll leave so you can finish feeding it. I seriously don’t envy you the roommate.”

Kakarott nodded, “I’m going to have to see about getting a cot or something. It hogs up the bed.”

Gohan grimaced. Hogging the bed hadn’t been the problem. He finished the steak as the last concubine left the room, and lifted up on his knees to look at what was left on the table, “Go ahead. I am not going to continue to feed you like that when you have two good hands of your own.”

Gohan picked up his plate and grabbed several things off of the table. He sat back down on the floor as Kakarott growled when he was made a move to sit on the bench next to him. Apparently some things wouldn’t be allowed, even if there were no one with them.

“We all watch each other like hawks. Some of us more willing to use information to get higher up in Vegeta’s grace,” Kakarott said between bites.

“Like Rue?” Gohan asked. She certainly seemed the type.

“Like Rue,” Kakarott agreed.

“So, how did you get where you are?” Gohan asked as he peeled a fruit similar to an orange. Kakarott looked at him funny while he was doing it, but Gohan completed it anyway.

“You know…it may be because I don’t back stab,” Kakarott said thoughtfully, “It’s never been one of my stronger skills as a concubine.”

Gohan thought it had more to do with the concubine’s talented mouth. He bit into the fruit and juices dribbled down his chin; it tasted like watermelon! He used his tongue to get as much of it off before he looked up to see Kakarott staring at him, “What?”

“That was just obscene,” Kakarott told him quietly.

“Oh,” Gohan said, reaching blindly for the napkin, “You know…maybe you should just let me eat in the room,” he suggested as he placed it back down.

“That won’t work forever,” the concubine told the slave, “There may be times you have to be seen eating in public.”

Gohan sighed, “I hope everything’s not this difficult.”

Kakarott shook his head as he stood, grabbing Gohan’s leash to take them back to his room, “What are we doing now?” Gohan asked.

Kakarott boxed his ear, “You really need to stop talking so much. You’re going to embarrass me. I’ll let you know what you need to know.” Gohan sighed; he never knew when he was going to disappoint the other by something or not; it was very difficult to separate this person from his father.

Kakarott led them straight through the room and to the other door. They exited the room, and Kakarott went the opposite direction from where Gohan had been both times. He wanted to ask so badly where they were going, but bit his tongue to keep from doing so.

“You met Rose yesterday?” Kakarott asked as he started down some stairs. Gohan nodded, “Good. We are going back to see her. She didn’t do a very thorough job with you yesterday.”

Gohan’s eyebrows rose at that bit of news. He had been practically shaved clean and deloused. He got to wonder what else there possibly was as they made their way to the lower levels of the palace.

Soon Kakarott was stopping in front of a door and knocking, “Rose? You in?” he asked with almost as much respect in his voice as when the concubine was speaking to Vegeta.

“Hold on!” Gohan heard Rose yell through the closed door. Moments later bolts were being undone, and the door finally opened. “Kakarott, what can I…oh, him!” Rose grinned. Her smile failed slightly as she did double takes between the two of them, and Gohan swallowed hard. “Well, come in,” she said, stepping aside after her silent observation.

Kakarott walked into the first room, pulling Gohan’s leash absently, “I need to ask favors,” Kakarott started.

Rose frowned at him and put her hands on her hips, “No such thing between friends, Kakarott,” she informed him.

Gohan looked back and forth between the two of them covertly, but still wasn’t certain what their relationship was, “He needs piercings,” Kakarott said and Gohan started.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a glare from Kakarott had him almost biting his tongue to get it closed again. “What were you hoping for?” Rose asked as she led the way back to the grooming room.

“Tongue and clavicle, nipples, belly button and cock head,” Kakarott stated calmly, yanking on the chain when Gohan stopped following him.

Rose started putting some protective gloves on, “You want rings immediately? Or bars to start?”

“Bars to start,” Kakarott said, “Take your clothes off,” he ordered Gohan as he took the collar off of the slave.

Gohan’s eyes had gone wide. He wasn’t so certain about this at all. What would Videl think? He reached for the neckline of his shirt as Kakarott made a move to do the task for him if he didn’t start. Before he knew it, he was being pressed back into the full-length leather chair. Rose had already set out several of the bars she and Kakarott had been talking about.

“It is very important you hold still,” Rose began as she picked up a gun looking device and loading one of the bars into it, “You move the wrong way when this punctures, and it could cause nerve damage. I really don’t think the prince is going to keep a slave with a lisp,” she said, looking at him, she placed the gun back on the tray.

Gohan nodded he understood, thoroughly disgusted with himself. Was he really going to just sit here and take this mutilation of his body? It seemed he didn’t have a choice. Rose turned back to him and started applying something wet and cool to the areas of skin Kakarott had instructed were to be pierced, with the exception of his tongue. He wiggled a bit but stilled at growl from Kakarott as Rose swabbed his dick.

“We’ll start with the most painful first,” Rose said, “Stick out your tongue,” she said much to Gohan’s surprise. The cock piercing had sounded so much worse. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth and Rose placed the device over it, “Hold his head, Kakarott,” Gohan felt the concubine’s hands squeeze around his chin and his forearms cradled his head, “Now, I want you to look at me,” she said, nodding as Gohan did so. Her eyes suddenly seemed so fascinating, “Now, take a deep breath, and let it out steadily through your nose,” she instructed, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

Gohan breathed in deeply through his nose, and then started to let it out slowly. He jerked; tears springing to his eyes and his nose becoming immediately congested as the contraption pierced his tongue with no warning, “Very good,” Rose cooed at him, “The roughest one is over,” she assured him as she loaded another bar into the gun.

She shifted further down his left side and grabbed at skin just below his neck. Kakarott placed a hand under his aching jaw, and pulled his eyes away from where Rose’s hands were working. There was a slight prick, and then Rose was loading the gun once again, “See? Easier?” she asked, as she pinched one of Gohan’s nipples. Gohan had started to answer, but failed to do so as he gasped. He flinched a bit as he felt metal invading his flesh, but it hadn’t been anywhere near as painful as his tongue had been. In the time it took him to compare, his other nipple was pierced, and he shuddered.

He hissed as his stomach was touched, but held obediently still. He watched as Rose tried to get a better grip at skin there. She stuck out her tongue in concentration. A moment later there was some brief pain before she had shifted down his body far enough that he knew where she was going to pierce next.

“Will you please come hold legs, Kakarott?” she asked the concubine, who moved immediately to the opposite side of the chair as she. He pressed his hands into the top of Gohan’s thighs.

Gohan’s eyes widened as he watched Rose screw the piercing width wider, and then place what he considered an extremely long bar into the device, “Now, once again, I need you to hold very still,” Rose said, “It will probably be best if you look at the ceiling, sweetie,” she instructed as she grabbed his penis.

Gohan did as she instructed immediately; this really wasn’t something he thought he could watch. Videl was going to kill him when he got wished back! He felt the cool metal of the gun bracket him, and then there was a slight jerk, “See? All done,” Rose said calmly.

Gohan relaxed. He hadn’t felt anything at… “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” he screeched in shock and threw a nasty glare at Rose.

Who smiled apologetically, “I’ve been doing this for quite some time. That part goes easier with a bit of deception,” she said knowingly.

Gohan nodded as he closed his eyes and panted, trying to gain his breath back. He opened his eyes to send Kakarott a baleful look as the concubine had the audacity to pat his knee encouragingly.

Kakarott smiled and shrugged, before moving to take something from Rose, “This is for him to use to rinse his mouth out,” Rose said, handing Kakarott a closed jar, “This is topical for his other piercings,” she said, handing the concubine a tube, “If any of them become infected, you have to come see me right away!” she instructed as she handed over a bag for them to be carried in. “I know it might not be able to be helped, but if he can not perform oral sex for at least two days…”

“I’ll try to make sure that doesn’t happen,” Kakarott assured her.

Rose nodded, and then turned back to the slave, “You did better than many of those who have come here seeking this on their own,” she said, as she wiped a clean linen cloth quickly over his pierced areas.

Gohan grunted as he sat up, not really caring how well she thought things had gone. It had still been painful, and humiliating. He reached for his shirt off of the floor, and then gingerly put on his pants.

“It will be a day before you can talk properly, and try not to play with it,” Rose advised. Gohan grimaced slightly, but nodded, not even bothering to respond verbally. He lifted his chin as Kakarott brought the collar up and cringed a bit until Kakarott cinched it tight enough it didn’t bump into the piercing on his clavicle.

“Thank you Rose,” Kakarott said as they left her rooms.

Gohan had no desire to talk to this man now, and this feeling had very little to do with the pain his tongue was still experiencing. He didn’t know why it had been required of him to go through this, and he was hesitant to know the actual answers, although he had a feeling it would become more than apparent over time.

He shuffled his bare feet up the stairs behind Kakarott, hardly paying attention to where they were going. He shifted his awareness to his surroundings when he thought they had gone up one flight of steps more than they had gone down.

Kakarott smiled as he noticed the slave’s demeanor take a sudden upturn, “Going to get some studying in,” he commented just as they came to an open arched entryway. Gohan gaped at all the books! His father studying was bizarre enough, but he really had no idea why he had never considered the fact that sayians might have their own form of literature.

Kakarott strode down the rows of shelves, taking random seeming turns until he stopped in front of one group in particular. Gohan took great interest in what they were looking at to begin with, but then something hit him…he couldn’t read it! How was it possible he understood everything that was being said, if he couldn’t read the language? It upset him to no end; learning was his passion, and here he was, the biggest opportunity in his LIFE, and he wasn’t able to take advantage of it!

Kakarott looked over at the slave as it gave a disgusted sigh, but shrugged it off. He had already adjusted his schedule way out of norm for it…it should just be happy he hadn’t taken it back to his room and tied it up for the duration of the day.

The concubine grabbed some books off the shelf, and passed them to the slave to carry. Gohan hissed as one of the books rubbed up against one of his nipple piercings, but hurried to rebalance what he had as Kakarott added another to the group. He followed obediently as Kakarott moved through the shelves to a set of long tables, and placed his burden down. Gohan was about to pull out a chair and take a seat before Kakarott shook his head at him. He knelt on the floor instead.

He took a look at his surroundings out of curiosity. The perspective was certainly different. He was able to see random people set in different chairs, but only their lower half. This sort of amused him. It amused him even more when someone would scratch themselves where they probably would not have if they knew someone was watching.

He sighed and rolled from his knees in order to sit cross-legged on the floor as Kakarott flipped a page. Watching people from the ground level really could only keep him occupied for so long.

Kakarott looked to the side briefly as one of the slave’s hands snuck up over the table’s edge to grab at one of the smaller books. He shook his head sort of surprised the slave even had an interest in what he was reading. It didn’t surprise him that the slave thought it could read though. There was something about him…Kakarott knew he was more than what he seemed. He just hadn’t determined if it was necessary to find out what that was though.

Gohan opened the book to stare at the pages, wondering what secrets were locked away in this language he could speak, but couldn’t read. He climbed back to his knees, hoping libraries here had at least one thing in common with those of Earth.

He smiled as he noticed paper and small writing utensils. He reached his hand to pick them up, but Kakarott’s hand was suddenly holding his wrist down to the table, “You need something?”

Gohan tried to talk, but his tongue didn’t want to function. He grimaced and showed his piercing discretely to the other.

Kakarott growled and grabbed the small notepad and a stylus before passing them to the slave. Gohan smiled his thanks, but placed them back on the tabletop, and started writing. A moment later, he pushed it into Kakarott’s line of sight.

Kakarott grunted, “I can’t read this,” he said looking at the extremely strange symbols. They were definitely symbols though, and not doodles. His interrupted training as a communications officer made it difficult to ignore the challenge.

Gohan smiled and nodded before touching the page in front of the concubine, hoping to communicate that he couldn’t read what Kakarott was looking at. That startled Kakarott. He had forgotten the slave had told him he wasn’t completely sayian.

Kakarott contemplated the other for a moment before standing back up, he grabbed the bag of things the slave needed for his piercings and then left the table, forcing Gohan to follow. They headed towards a different section of the library, and the concubine pulled a couple of books off of the shelf before heading towards the entry. He stopped briefly at the desk in front, marking something down in what looked like a logbook to Gohan before the two of them left.

It didn’t take them long to get back to Kakarott’s room. The concubine threw the books on the bed. He stepped towards the bathroom and Gohan hoped he wouldn’t take too long; he had need of the facilities himself!

A moment later Kakarott came out and Gohan darted around him to get in. He yelped when he pulled his pants down too quickly, and slowed down after he was reminded of his new addition. He was just finishing when he heard the concubine yell, “Crap!” He came out quickly, wondering what was up, before his leash was grabbed, and they were out the door again, books left behind. “For having gotten me up early, you’ve totally thrown my schedule behind for the day,” Kakarott said disgruntled.

Gohan had no idea what had the other so upset. A moment later Kakarott was opening up a door and stepping through. The first impression Gohan received from this group of rooms was one of a massage parlor.

He didn’t get much of a chance to look at it though, as shackles were suddenly placed over his wrists, a cloth sack over his head, and both the chains between his wrists, and the one that made up his leash were hooked into something over his head, “Stay quiet,” were Kakarott’s parting words to him.

Gohan growled, jerking at the chains slightly, before he sighed. “Late for your appointment, Kakarott? That’s not like you,” Gohan heard an unfamiliar voice.

“I’ve had something unexpected added to my schedule. I’ll try not to make a habit of being late,” Gohan heard the concubine’s voice respond.

“Do you want to use the tub or the table first?” the new voice asked.

“Have you already run the water?” Kakarott asked in return.

“Yes, sir,” came an almost apologetic reply.

“Then I’ll use the tub, and we’ll use a scented oil instead after,” Kakarott sighed.

And then there was silence, and nothing to occupy Gohan but his own thoughts and slight twinges from his newly acquired piercings. In a effort to distract himself from running his tongue piercing against his teeth or lips, Gohan started doing arm pull ups with the aid of the chains around his wrists, “One,” he whispered quietly to himself as he raised himself up slowly, and then let himself drop even slower, “Two.”

~o0o~

Prince Vegeta wore a frown on his face as he entered the control room, “Get out,” he said quietly, and everyone staffing the room at that hour left immediately at his command. An emergency council had stalled him from coming here as soon as he had hoped, and now he was missing part of his lunch to do this. His eyes narrowed, he hoped it was worth the effort.

He sat in one of the cushioned chairs and swiveled until he was seated in front of a group of monitors. He pressed buttons, and clicked switches, until he found the bit of video he had been hoping for. He sat back and watched while the slave demonstrated something in the training room upon his concubine’s request. He watched with increasing interest as his concubine instructed the slave to move faster and the slave did so at increasing levels even beyond what was to be expected with someone who had their ki blocked. “He’s running solely off of his chi?” the prince asked himself as he sat up and leaned closer to the screen with more interest.

The slave suddenly ended the match, back flipping until he was in reaching distance of his collar, “Ready to call it quits?” he heard his concubine taunt the slave. Vegeta huffed in disgust; the slave would never be a match for Kakarott and taunting it was behavior usually below his concubine.

Something as the slave placed the collar over its neck caught the prince’s attention, and he stopped the feed, rewound it, blew up the picture to concentrate on the slave’s neck, and then zoomed in. Vegeta frowned. Chaff marks were horizontal, not vertical. He stopped the tape to give himself some time to think.

He replayed the events of the evening before over in his mind, shivering as he remembered Kakarott’s aggressive moment with him. Vegeta groaned and then looked around the room as though he expected someone to have observed his loss of control. He dropped his head back to the headrest, and closed his eyes. If the slave had not been there to witness it…Vegeta was honest enough with himself to know he may very well have let his concubine go through with the suggestive actions.

The prince bit his bottom lip, trying to pull himself away from those treacherous thoughts. The concubine lusting after his master in such a fashion was delinquent enough by itself to get Kakarott killed. Vegeta didn’t need to complicate things even further by falling prey to his lesser desires.

Shaking himself physically, Vegeta concluded that at no time had the slave’s collar been off during the night…at least not in his presence. Which meant the teeth marks had come sometime after, “Kakarott,” he whispered, “What are you thinking?” Knowing this, he supposed the other couldn’t stay in his favor…but even this spark of rebellion wasn’t enough to deter Vegeta. The prince briefly wondered if anything ever would be enough. “What are you doing to me, Kakarott?”

Servant gossip was the other concubines were starting to take exception to the prince’s singling Kakarott out for his attentions. The prince knew he couldn’t very well dismiss them without directing more attention to the situation, only this time from people who would do something about it; like his father…or the council. “Why couldn’t you be elite class?” he asked as he slammed his fist into the arm of the chair, knocking it off.

Vegeta sighed at his loss of control, and leaned forward to press the buttons that would get the feed to continue to play at normal view. He stopped the tape and rewound it seconds later, watching the slave again. Back flips, collar and then the doors opened with his group entering. “Interesting,” Vegeta said out loud as he stopped the tape again. He steepled his fingers together as he leaned onto the control panel, “What a very interesting ability,” he repeated just before he began the functions to erase this part of the record.

~o0o~

“1047,” Gohan was now soaked in sweat. Some of his piercings had started to burn as his own body fluid started to run into them, and he focused on willing the irritation from his mind, “1048,” he stilled as his feet touched the floor as he heard a door opening in some part of the room.

“Don’t work on the nails today,” the slave heard the concubine’s voice.

“Very wise,” Gohan heard the unknown voice from earlier. He listened as the others in the room shifted around. Now that he was no longer moving, his arms were screaming at him from the abuse he had put them through. He chastised himself mentally for not training more under his own body power; his reliance on ki was disappointing and overly apparent.

He shivered as he heard the concubine unrepentantly moan, “Yeah, that’s the spot,” Kakarott’s voice spoke.

“Why so tense?” the other asked.

A growl preceded the answer, “I don’t wish to talk about it.” Flesh patting flesh was heard directly after. Kakarott’s moans were distorted as the air from his lungs to produce them was forced out at irregular speeds, and Gohan guessed that the concubine was getting a very intense massage.

He started working on leg stretches as best he could, figuring they would be there a while, but more pull-ups would cause unwanted attention.

~o0o~~o0o~
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