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All There Is But Never Will Be	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of its characters nor do I make any sort of profit from writing it.

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WARNINGS: Anal, language, lime

A/N: I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting my darlings, but like I said before, I had surgery and the pain came on all too suddenly. So odd. >.> Anyway, I’m better now and hopefully now I can concentrate on entertaining you. :) I hope your patience holds out until another chapter comes. Also, I recommend listening to the song Links 2-3-4 (Clawfinger Geradeaus Remix) by Rammstein for this chapter…or story. I’ve been meaning to put that song in a story lately and I thought it fit in this one. :)

Kakarot watched Broly’s feet in front of him as he followed the burly Saiyan to his new room. He didn’t want to be here. This is where his tormentor lived. He just knew if he stayed here, it would happen all over again. Not to mention the elites that roamed the place. Who knew what they would do to him. He shivered involuntary at the thought of being around a class that was infinitely stronger than him. Anything could happen. He looked up at the tall Saiyan in front of him. However, Broly is supposed to watch over him. Perhaps…he’ll keep him safe…save him like he did before. They stopped in front of a burgundy door with silver trimmings around its frame. Broly swiped a key card next to it and opened the door that lead to a spacious lounging room. “This is where you’ll be staying.” Broly said as he gestured into the room, signaling for him to enter first.

Kakarot hesitated for a moment before entering the room. The couches, chairs, and pillows were a mix of the color burgundy and sapphire. Truly this was a room that was meant for royalty. “The bedroom’s over here.” Broly walked over to one side of the room to another doorway and sure enough, the bedroom was even bigger than the lounge area.

Kakarot gaped at the extravagance of the room. A four poster plush bed sat in the middle of the room with the headboard against the north wall and there were even a few steps that lead up to it. Half the bed was covered with plushy pillows; however, Kakarot didn’t see the need for so many pillows. A night stand with a phone and alarm clock on it stood next to the bed and the bathroom was located on the other side of the room. A closet was next to the bathroom and a dresser was to the left of that. A giant painting of the capital at night took up the south wall and a desk and chair were placed underneath it. Other than the few homey touches, the room was quite bare and despite its attempts to make him feel at home, it made him feel even more homesick. After a moment, Kakarot realized that the other was expecting a response. “Oh, uh…it’s all so…much. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s amazing, but…I…does…a tsukai like me really need…all this?” He gestured about the room.

Broly gave him a meaningful stare. “Well, not only have you been claimed by the prince, but you’re the only tsukai in this whole palace, besides the prince. Believe it or not, the king thinks highly of tsukais. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble.”

Kakarot nodded in understanding. “Oh. I see. Hey, am I…really the only other tsukai here?”

Broly nodded. “With that in mind, I suggest not roaming anywhere by yourself. If you need even the simplest thing, give me a call and I will be of service. The number to get a hold of me is on the night stand, next to the phone.” He gestured towards the note with a nod of his head.

Kakarot looked to see what he was talking about before answering. “Okay.”

“There are clothes in the closet and dresser. If there is something else that you need, give me a call and I’ll have the servants get it for you.” Broly waited for a nod before deciding he was no longer needed. “Well, here’s your keycard.” He handed Kakarot the small card who tentatively took it. “I’m the only one that has the copy, just in case.” He pulled out another keycard just like the other. Kakarot swallowed tightly, he wasn’t sure he liked the idea that someone had access to his room whenever they wanted, but then again, he was a guest here. “Dinner is at eight. I will come for you at five til.”

“Okay.” Kakarot answered quietly before Broly eventually left the room. He turned towards the bed and walked over to it to sit on the edge. He looked around the room and studied every little detail there was to notice about it before sighing with his hands clasped in his lap. How was he ever going to get used to this? How will his father take it? His brother didn’t take it very well at all. In fact, he wanted to give the king a piece of his mind, until Broly stopped him that is. Speaking of his father, was he still here? If not, how come he didn’t say goodbye? Why did he have to leave? He could’ve stayed a while longer. How come he confronted the king with his problem in the first place? He probably just wanted to help. Kakarot sighed again. He just wanted to be at home. He missed his little house and that tiny rural village and yet here he was, in the last place he wanted to be. He didn’t want to be here…in a place where anyone could come in and just…Finally, Kakarot couldn’t take the stress anymore and silently let his tears fall as he lied back on the plush bed and buried his face in the soft pillows.

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The prince swayed his hips to the loud music that pulsated through the walls, ceiling, and other bodies around him. The vibration that came with it reverberated in his chest, causing his excitement and arousal to grow. This club was added to the palace a few years back. Its purpose is to not only give a place for the guards and elites to relax at, but so they didn’t have to go far to have fun while leaving the palace unprotected.

The relaxed prince gracefully took a swig from the bottle in his hand while the other slowly trailed down his neck, chest, and torso before going behind his head, giving whoever was watching a good view of his swaying chiseled body. He was clad in black custom made leather pants that clung to those lovely curves and a matching spandex top that hugged hard muscles. Thanks to his pregnancy, it gave him a much fuller look, making his thin hard frame turn into a softer body with curves as it prepared itself for the little being within. It was hard to keep one’s eyes off of him and apparently one’s hands as a pair came from behind him and didn’t hesitate to roam.

Vegeta leaned back into the hard body against him while taking another swig from his bottle before setting it on a table next to him. Then his free hands roamed the body behind him while leaning his head back against a hard chest. He moved his hips more, grinding them and his backside against something hard and poking against him. He couldn’t help but smirk in bliss at the feeling before tilting his head back more, letting him see the stranger grinding back. His smirk faltered when he noticed it was his father. He looked around the room and noticed nobody else was in there.

He looked back at the king before grunting, “You sure took you’re sweet time. What kept you?” He ended with a hard push with his hips.

The king grunted from his son’s action before gripping said hips. “I had a talk with your tsukai.” He answered heatedly in the younger’s ear.

Vegeta moaned while tipping his head back and inhaling. “I can smell him on you. So? What was your decision?” His movements become a bit tense as he waited for his answer.

King Vegeta raked his hands down toned and curvy thighs as Vegeta hooked an arm around his father’s neck when he dipped lower to do so. “I’m having him stay here at the palace since he’ll be of no use in a facility.”

Vegeta grinned at the news and pleasure his father was stimulating. “Excellent.”

“However,” The king went on, Vegeta’s grin faltered. “You are forbidden to be near him. The poor thing is traumatized enough. He can’t even stand to have people be near him let alone touch him. At this rate, he’ll only get raped again. I gave him free reign and the freedom to do what he wants, with some restrictions.” He gave an exceptionally hard push to his son’s backside.

Vegeta moaned/growled. “You bastard. Why did you go and do a thing like that?”

The king took a hold of his son’s chin and made him look into his lust-filled gaze. “Because you are still being punished my son and you will continue to be punished as long as that tsukai breathes.” He stroked his son’s hair and dipped his hips low along with the prince’s. “Or…” He left the sentence hanging.

Vegeta groaned then raised a brow. “Or?”

King Vegeta smirked. “Until you’re mated.”

Vegeta pulled away from his father’s hold and took a few steps back. “What?! You can’t seriously mean that!” He growled.

King Vegeta stopped his movements and stood. “Of course I do. Someone needs to be by your side when I die. You can’t possibly rule this planet alone.”

“You do!” Vegeta barked. “Why can’t I?!”

His father scowled. “Because you’re a tsukai, Vegeta. No one will respect you. That’s why you need Broly. He has the strength to protect you and the baby and an authorative nature to put Saiyans in their place. He’s the perfect mate for you.”

Vegeta snapped. “Fuck you! I don’t need some overgrown idiot to protect me! I can take care of myself! Or have you forgotten that?!” He panted in his outburst.

King Vegeta frowned. “I’m not the one that has forgotten. It seems you have, my son. In a few months, you won’t have the strength to cause so much as a bruise to a third class since the baby will be borrowing it for the time being.”

Vegeta turned towards the table behind him, clenching his hands into fists as his tail waved behind him in agitation. “Fuck.” He eyed the alcohol on the table and grabbed it to drain it of its contents. However, he was stopped when his father back handed it out of his grasp, causing it to shatter against the wall. He then had his arm twisted behind his back and was shoved face downward onto the table. He cried out in surprise and grunted when he met wood.

King Vegeta leaned over his son to speak calmly into his ear. “You shouldn’t be drinking such harmful things, son. It could hurt the child.”

Vegeta began struggling in his father’s grasp followed by a string of curses. “Fuck you! You think I really give a damn?!” His father stroked his hair again in a semi-loving gesture before ripping off the back of his pants. Vegeta gasped at the sound of cloth tearing and the feeling of cold air meeting heated flesh. “You asshole! Those were my best pair!” A sharp pain inside him cut off his air supply as he struggled to scream or gasp for breath at the unexpected action.

King Vegeta still had a firm hold on his son’s arm as the other had a hold of his rounding hips. “You bitch too much.” He stated before pumping his aching hardness in and out of his panting son in wanton abandon. The table below them creaked under their weight and wobbled under the pressure of their movements. Vegeta cried out every time his father pumped into him, his eyes clenched shut at the mix of pain and pleasure that was being given to him. His back arched towards the older for more as his father lifted his right leg to get better access. Vegeta’s cries escalated at the new position and couldn’t help but meet his thrusts. The prince’s bristled brown tail curled around his father’s waist to bring him closer, making his thrusts harder and faster. Both met their end not long after, however, a minute didn’t go by before Vegeta was hard again.

After his father released his grip on him, he quickly flipped himself over and wrapped his legs around the king’s torso and brought him forward, causing him to re-enter him swiftly. Both let out cries of passion as their now sensitive areas continued the rough treatment. King Vegeta moved with his son’s legs that guided him to that wonderful spot deep inside him. He rested his hands on either side of Vegeta’s chest and clenched his hands while the prince gripped at air and arched towards his powerful lover. He threw his head from side to side when the pace became hip bruisingly faster and both came in no time. After catching their breath for a moment, Vegeta lifted himself in a sitting position before pushing his father back, causing him to hiss when his father was yanked out of him. He quickly stood, ignoring the pleasantly numb feeling in his legs and strutted over to his father and gave him a brutal kiss. Tongues danced wetly and teeth clashed desperately as roaming hands became harsher in their quest to remove annoying barriers of clothing.

With his father wearing nothing but what was left of his shirt and pants, which were the sleeves and calves, the prince tried pushing his father backwards so he may lie on the floor. However, he growled into the older’s mouth when he realized his efforts were futile. His father was still in the process of tearing off what was left of his clothes when he chuckled. “When will you learn that you can’t bend me to your will?” He panted into his mouth.

“One of these days I’ll get you to obey.” Vegeta panted back with a growl of irritation.

King Vegeta smirked in response before Vegeta turned around with his back pressed to his chest; the same position they were in before. A slower, but harder song came on and they were again grinding against one another, but with little to no clothing on. Both moaned at the sweet friction between them as they moved with the slow bass of the music. Calloused hands roamed over hard and sweaty flesh as hips and legs dipped and swayed. The king paid special attention to his son’s curved ass and thighs and moaned hotly in his ear. “Fuck you’re sexy.”

Vegeta moaned then purred back. “I know.”

With that, King Vegeta wasted no time in plunging his searing rod back into bliss. Vegeta cried out in ecstasy as his body welcomed it home. One arm hooked itself under his father’s neck and over his shoulder to claw the back of it while the other gripped the arm that held him. His screams of passion were drowned out by the loud music but the king heard him loud and clear. The older had his hips angled low since his son was shorter, so pounding into him was easier. When the thrusts became more intense and increased their pace, Vegeta gradually found himself kneeling on all fours because of the submissive nature in him. The prince didn’t know why, but for some reason, everything was heightened when he was in this position. It made everything done to him more intense and it seemed like no matter what he did, he couldn’t quiet the sounds coming from him. The harder his father drove into him, the louder his cries became. However, since they came more recently the last couple times, this time it really dragged out, making Vegeta lose his damn mind.

“Father!” The prince screamed when he wanted to cum already.

The king grabbed his son’s hair and brought him up so his back hit his chest. Vegeta grunted/panted at the action as his father continued to pound into him while whispering harshly in his ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Vegeta turned his head away. “Never!”

King Vegeta trailed his hand down to encircle his thumb and forefinger around his son’s aching cock to prevent him from reaching his orgasm. “Then I guess you don’t get to cum then.”

Vegeta struggled to concentrate on summoning his strength then swiftly elbowed his father in the ribs who released him to nurse the attack. Vegeta pulled away, only to fall face first on the floor when his father’s cock quickly left him, then just as quickly stood on shaky legs, still erect. “To hell with you! I don’t need you to give me the satisfaction I’m after! I’ll just find someone else!”

King Vegeta stood swiftly then advanced towards his son. “On the contrary son, you crave my cock and experience to give you the satisfaction you need.” He dragged out the word crave to emphasize his point. “Otherwise, you would’ve found someone else by now.”

Before Vegeta could respond, he was slammed into the wall behind him and quickly entered in one motion, causing them to continue where they left off. Vegeta’s eyebrows relaxed as he cried out in ecstasy when his father pounded into that terrific place inside him. His legs automatically wrapped around a muscled waist to give him leverage while he held his father close and clawed his back as he rode him out. His cream exploded from him moments later, causing him to scream his passion and arch his back and neck towards the dominate male, another submissive response. King Vegeta suddenly felt the urge to bite his son at the submissive sign, but fought the urge as he looked down and watched himself plunge in and out of his son’s pulsing entrance until he too reached his climax. He pumped hard a few more times in the prince until he emptied himself completely then relaxed by pressing his son into the wall more. He really wanted to slouch to the floor, but he kept up his dignity and merely pulled away once his son regained his footing.

Vegeta wanted to kneel to regain his strength, but just like his father, he had his pride. Both panted as they stared at one another until King Vegeta gripped his son’s chin in his hard grip. Vegeta winced slightly. “If I find out you so much as conversed with the tsukai, I guarantee you won’t want an encore.”

Vegeta tried not to shiver at his father’s threat, instead he tentatively gripped the arm that held his chin. “This is unfair. How do you expect me to stay away from someone I claimed? I marked him for fuck’s sake! He’s mine!” He growled out.

King Vegeta held his chin a little higher. “It’s not the same. You’re both tsukai’s so it doesn’t mean anything. Tsukai’s are meant to be claimed, not tsukais claiming other tsukais. It’s the law and I expect you to follow it.” He let go of his son’s aching jaw then turned to leave.

Vegeta sneered at his father’s back. How dare that bastard think he’s nothing more than…no. He knows nothing. He’ll just have to prove him again, that’s all. He just has to…get stronger.

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Broly paused at the young tsukai’s door and debated whether he should knock or let himself in. With all that the poor thing has been through, it’d be good to let him feel the sense of security and privacy, instead of not feeling safe no matter where he is. With that in mind, the burly Saiyan lifted a fist and knocked on the wooden door. He waited a couple minutes and knocked again when he didn’t get a response. After a couple more minutes, he took the key card he had and swiped it in the mechanism and let himself in. He closed the door behind him and called for the tsukai. Still, when he didn’t get a response, he slowly made his way into the bedroom and noticed that the young one was sleeping. Broly didn’t notice he was so tense until his shoulders relaxed considerably. He must’ve been worried that something happened to him, but seeing that Kakarot was okay, it made him feel better.

Broly strode over to the sleeping tsukai and couldn’t help but notice the tear tracks that appeared on his face. The poor thing. He’s been through so much and moving into the palace probably didn’t help things. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand and brushed it through those wild locks, the same thing he did when he first saw the tsukai. His heart pounded a little harder in his chest, but he didn’t know why. Perhaps he felt sorry for him? Or maybe it’s something else…

He took a step back in surprise when Kakarot stirred and gradually opened his eyes. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes, then jumped slightly when they landed on Broly. Kakarot blushed lightly and looked away as Broly cleared his throat. “Uh…it’s time for dinner.”

Kakarot sat up a little more at the mention of food, but quickly realized that he wasn’t that hungry, however, he didn’t voice it. He merely nodded and stood. “I’ll clean up.” He headed towards the bathroom and washed his face and hands before meeting Broly in the lounge room then followed him out in the hallway.

Broly turned his head slightly to the tsukai while he walked. “Now stay close. It’s easy to get lost here.”

Kakarot nodded as he stared at his feet while he followed. “Okay.”

When it looked like they reached the main entrance hall, a lot of bustling bodies were moving to and fro wherever they were going or coming from. However, when they entered the large hall, almost everyone stopped what they were doing to look at them, mainly the tsukai himself. Kakarot couldn’t help but feel self-conscience as he ducked by Broly’s side to avoid prying eyes. Whispers soon broke out, which caused Kakarot to feel even more shy and threatened. It’s amazing how word spread so quickly. He hasn’t been there for a day and already he was a popular topic in the palace. He just wanted to get out of that room as quickly as possible, but he didn’t know where they were going and didn’t want to get lost. Broly ignored them and the tsukai at his side and continued towards the side exit that lead to the dining hall. As soon as they left the room, Kakarot put some space between him and his escort then suddenly felt silly for acting in such a way.

However, when they entered the dining hall, the exact same thing happened. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared. The quiet was deafening and the stares were scrutinizing. Kakarot dove by Broly again to avoid the stares, but they had to walk by people to get to where they were going. Again Broly ignored them and continued onward. Then the whispers started and Kakarot blushed fiercely, trying in vain to avoid everyone’s gaze. He followed Broly through the line to retrieve their food then went to sit at an empty table. They ate in silence, however, the whispers continued. Kakarot didn’t touch his food as people stared and walked by. He fidgeted in place and remained tense as he imagined what people were saying. Word traveled fast about him. He didn’t know if he liked it. What if the prince got wind of it? It’s inevitable.

Finally, not being able to take anymore, Broly snapped at the whole room. “Alright, as you were! There’s nothing to see here!” He took a bite out of the food in his hand in frustration.

Kakarot blushed more as the other defended him from prying eyes. However, the least he was expecting was a response. “Looks like there’s a lot to see here.” A soldier sauntered over next to Broly then set his hands on the table and leaned over to look at the tsukai more closely with a perverted smirk.

Kakarot couldn’t help but jump back in his seat at the other’s boldness, which caused him to tip his chair back and hit the floor. Broly stood from his seat. “Tradik! Mind your own damn business! He’s had enough to deal with. Just leave him be.”

Tradik stood and smirked at the other. “Why? The king said he was free game. I don’t see why I can’t make a move on him.” His eyes moved to the embarrassed tsukai on the floor and smirked.

Broly growled. “At least give him a few days to adjust moving to the palace. He just got here!”

Tradik gave him a pout. “But what if someone else makes a move on him first? I’d like to get my shots in before someone else does.”

Kakarot couldn’t take this kind of talk anymore and stood on wobbly feet. “No, I can’t do this. Why did he have to say anything? Why didn’t he just leave it alone and let me move on?! Why can’t everyone just leave me alone!” He shouted to the whole dining hall and ran out the room.

Everyone watched him flee in silence until Broly broke it. “Damn it, Tradik! Now look at what you did! Wait! Come back!” He shouted after the tsukai and ran after him. If he didn’t catch up to him soon, then someone else will.

Kakarot ran until he grew tired then stopped to sit on the floor with his back to the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest, buried his face in them and cried. What was his father thinking? What made him think that this was any better? If anything, it made things worse. He was better off in a facility, but at the same time, he was useless there. No one would want him with this mark on him. He was already owned by someone…someone he didn’t even love. Was there no happiness for him? He brought his head up when he heard someone panting slightly in front of him and realized it was his body guard. “There you are. It’s a good thing I caught up with you. Anyone could’ve found you and-“ He stopped when he saw the look on the younger’s face. He sighed then took a seat next to the tsukai. “Look, I’m sorry it has to be this way for you, but I promise you won’t be this miserable for the rest of your life.”

Kakarot sniffed. “How do you know? Maybe I’m destined to be miserable. Did you ever think of that? Why is my life like this? What is it about me that….” He trailed off.

However, Broly got the point. “I don’t know, but what I do know is that you’re safer if you stay with me, understand? You can’t go running off around the palace by yourself. Elites are everywhere and considering your class, I’d say you wouldn’t stand a chance on your own for a couple of hours. Just stay with me and you’ll be fine. I’ll protect you.”

Kakarot dried his tears and looked at Broly. “Why?”

Broly scowled, as if it weren’t obvious. “Because I was ordered to.”

Kakarot lowered his head in disappointment. “Right.”

After a moment of silence, Broly hesitantly brought his arm around to rest on shaky shoulders. “You’ll be alright. Don’t worry. Remember, the king said you have free will to allow anyone in your courters and I’m the only one that has access to your room. So no one else can enter without your permission.” He waited for the younger to be comforted by his words.

It worked…somewhat. Kakarot sniffed again and nodded. “Okay.”

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Sorry if it ended kind of abruptly. I wanted to hurry up and finish this chapter and move on. I’ve been almost done with the stupid thing for weeks now, so yeah. I hope it makes up for the lost time.
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