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A Prince Among Men	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Prince Among Men
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-Echoes
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A Prince Among Men

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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:

a.
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.
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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He
had fallen asleep. Like an incompetent
fool. He had laid down on the smelly
moron�s stinking bed and fallen asleep.
Had been attempting to figure out why the hell he was on planet
554whatever. Why the hell he was now adorned
with little silver rings that repressed his ki and burned him when he got angry. It had to be traced back to his father
somehow, because the asshole had to have figured out that he could not kill
Vegeta he thus had to get rid of him in another way. And hey, sending him off to Freiza�s worked so well the first
time.

Asshole. Weakling.

As
if sending him to this rotting cesspool of bad Saiyan genetics was going to
keep him from coming back and avenging the insult. He had survived Freiza he sure as hell could survive this
degrading encampment.

That
moron�Kakarot�was back, and shaking him.
He smacked the hands away from him, and sat up, glared straight at the
asshole and found that with a great deal of concentration he could be angry
without rising his ki and causing his chest to ache. �I told you not to touch me.�

�What
the hell do you think you�re doing pissing Saima off? I leave you for what�ten minutes? And you�ve already pissed her
off?! Do you have any idea how long it
takes to un-piss her off?�

Oh. Yes.
His number one concern was how he had offended that bitch of a woman
that had used her spit to clean his face off.
He was a Prince, nobody fucking spit on him. So he didn�t say anything, didn�t care if she was angry at him
because she was a dirty nobody and as soon as he got out of here he would find
some way to make her pay for SPITTING ON HIM.

�Look,�
Kakarot said, �I realize that you must have had a traumatic experience and I
hope like hell you just hit your head or something. But nobody gives a fuck if you think your Prince. And you don�t go around pissing off people
like Saima!�

He
gave the idiot a raised eyebrow�a look of boredom and arrogance that had taken
him three years to completely master and now was the set reaction to everything
that he came in contact with. �She�s
just a woman.� And women were useless
creatures that moaned and whimpered and had babies. They dressed themselves up nice, doused themselves in stinky
perfume and threw themselves at the royalty and the elites in the hope that
they could be mated and set for life.

�JUST
A WOMAN?! �I can�t believe you just
said that�� Kakarot shook his head
sadly and then looked at him. �Maybe
they wiped away your memory when they knocked you out. Or maybe you�re stupid.�

�You
will not address me like that,� Vegeta said, shot to his feet�regretted that
when his stomach lurched and his chest started to hurt��I am the Prince! You will respect me as I deserve.� But a hand pressed to his chest, shoved him
back on the cot, and Kakarot glared at him.
Was more powerful than him and radiated that energy as he gave him a
dead stare.

�If
you are the Prince, than I am giving you every ounce of respect I think you
deserve.�

Of
all the insolent, idiotic, vulgar things that Vegeta had heard thus far, that
sentence was the only one that made a difference. He felt a draining sensation, became aware that he must be very,
very pale, and tried to breath through the panic that was starting to set
in. Because this thing before him
wasn�t Freiza, it was a Saiyan and Saiyans were a different sort of creature entirely
than Icejins. Saiyans were animalistic
at the core, hungry for food and fight and fuck. This one right here could hold him down and destroy him if he
wanted. Had said it moren onn once that
all of these smelly barbarians hated the Prince. Him. He was hated�which
was something he had never considered, since everyone he had ever come in
contact with besides his father just gushed about his utter perfection. And he was helpless as long as these things
were holding him down.

Felt
the burning start in his chest and his tail, and realized that panic was making
his ki rise.

�Besides,�
Kakarot said, �You can�t be the Prince.
We would have heard aboou iou if you were missing from the Palace.�

�Not
if my father got rid of me.�

�A
Saiyan would not do this,� he flicked his fingertips over the rings on his
nipples, �To one of their own kind.�

That
made it obvious that nobody knew what the King was really like. A panicky, smelly fool that was willing to
sink to any depths to keep his reign and make it known that he was the most
powerful Saiyan alive. But he had shook
in fear and shuddered and whimpered like a woman when Freiza came and demanded
his child. That was why the dear old
King wanted Vegeta dead, to destroy the only being that knew how weak he could
be.

�Anyway,�
Kakarot said, �You need to realize that you�re not in the palace. Nobody is going to lick your boots clean
here. You�re on your own or you�re on
my side.�

~~~***

Arrogant
little pimple that was a waste of perfect bronze skinned and so full of pride
that she wanted to kick him in the balls and laugh her ass off as he rolled on
the ground and whimpered like a puppy.
Hated him and his stupid little face.
His stupid hair and his stupid outfit and his stupid bad luck at getting
dropped here with the third-class.
Hoped that he was the Prince so he could really understand the shit that
they went through. Not that it would
change anything, not that anything should change, because the third-class was
the best class. Could kick the ass of
the second and firsts without even so much as blinking an eye. That�s what having Bardock as your Captain
did for you.

Because
he would train you until you broke all the bones in your body, and then throw
you in a regeneration tank, and break your ass again. Rose your power level like crazy, and when the officials came
around, they all sat around and picked their noses, kept their power down so
low the bugs that flocked to the camp were glowing with more energy. That was what Bardock did for them.

What
that stupid little Prince had no idea of.
And she hated him. �Are you all
barbarians?� No, fucking asshole, we�re
all Saiyans and it�s about time that you learned what a Saiyan really was. You can�t spend all your years walking
around and going �oh, no, poor me I am so pampered.�

Kakarot
had told her that she would deal with the Prince-wannabe, and she hoped that
that �dealing� involved either a beating or�
No she wanted him to beat the prick up.
Nothing else. Break a few
bones. Remind him �his royal
Prince-ship� which one of them was the better warrior. Sure, the prick was powerful, more powerful
than her, but he had nothing on Bardock or his youngest son.

She
got out of bed�well, cot really�and stepped outside in the rising morning
light. Saw Radditz surrounded by a
dozen of women that were flirting away with him for the chance to get in the
sack with either him or his brother.
Because Radditz could get them whatever they asked for and Kakarot could
make them scream until they lost their voices and then beg him for more. To think, she was sent to wake the jerk up
yesterday and all she got out of the deal was a pair of pants that were too
big. Decided that shit wasn�t going to
fly and went to go talk to Radditz about what she wanted.

~~~***

�WHAT
ARE YOU DOING SLEEPING AT THIS HOUR OF THE DAY?!� Bardock yelled. Stood in the middle of the camp and rose his
voice loud enough that even those of the infantry that camped out in the
distance would be able to hear him. �Get
your smelly asses out of bed and get this camp packed up! I want nothing but the essentials left
out!� Crossed his arms over his chest
and watched them all get up, grumble and bitch and start moving. That crowd of ever-faithful women
surrounding his son dispersed leaving only Saima to talk to Radditz.

He
liked her. She was tougher than
most. Had withstood her un-willing
draft into the military, overcome the fact that they had sterilized her and
taken away any chance that she would have chin. Fought her way through the men of the camp, effortlessly worked
her way into his son�s bed. You had to
respect strength like that.

�Radditz!�
he yelled.

�Yes?�

�Get
Kakarot out of bed. I want to see this
new recruit.� His sons were intelligent
despite their knack for appearing the opposite, and neither one of them had
really honestly thought that Kakarot would be able to sneak in his newest find
without him noticing. So all that
remained to be seen was just why there was a new find in the first place. Who it was and how it got out here on this
forsaken dead planet.

He
turned his back to them and went back into his tent, which had been stripped of
everything but the logbook and the table.
And a new message for the Imperial headquarters announcing the crowning
of the new heir, Caradoc. Announcing
that poor Prince Vegeta had mysteriously died when there was an explosion in
his wing of the Palace. Would you
believe that the same day he got that message there was a new entry in the log
by the name of Vegeta? What a fucking
coincidence.

The
flap to his tent was opened and his youngest stepped inside�very annoyed
looking, poor thing had to go without his ritual sex�and he yanked in the new
recruit by the tail, lifted the shorter Saiyan up and dumped him in front of
him. Motioned to it�he�and said: �I
give you the royal pain, Prince Vegeta.�

Bardock
snorted.

The
short one stood up, crossed his arms over his chest and glared. The sort of glare that one got only after
years of dealing with political bullshit, and there was something else,
something that was well hidden behind the sense of refinement that radiated
from him. And Bardock had seen the
Prince when he was a child, had held him and taken him back to his father, knew
when he looked at this kid before him that he wasn�t lying. He was the Prince.

Damn.

�So,
who pierced you?� Could sense the
enforced restraint, smell the cold metal.

�If
I knew that I would have killed it by now,� Vegeta snapped.

�You
don�t really think that this is the Prince do you?� Kakarot asked, moved
forward, looked at his father like he did not want it to be true. And probably didn�t, because that meant his
son had invited heaps of trouble onto himself by �helping� the Prince. Nobody offended the royalty or they would
strike back at you with the fist of a world full of ignorant morons.

�No,�
Bardock said, �Caradoc is the Prince.
But that doesn�t mean Vegeta couldn�t have been the former heir.�

�Former
my ass!� the little thing yelled, bristled with energy and yelled: �I am the
Prince of Saiyans! That fucking inbred
moron is not going to take my place on the throne!�

�Oh,
man!� Kakarot said, �Why me?�

�I
demand that you take me back to the Palace!� Vegeta said. He was starting to turn red, and his arms
fell away from his chest as he leaned forward.
Ki was crackling all around him, and the amount of pain that increase in
power was causing him made Bardock wince.
But he did not move to assist the Prince, let his son do that for him,
reach around Vegeta from behind him, press his palms to the rings through his
nipples. Rubbed his hands clockwise on
his chest and pressed the whole of the smaller body against him so the Prince�s
tail was trapped between them and rubbing against Kakarot�s body. The Prince panted, grit his teeth and glared
at Bardock. His fingers curled, and he
tried vainly to get his sons� hands off him, but with the lack of energy and
the pain, he didn�t stand a real chance.

�Calm
down, dammit,� Kakarot said.

��an�of��
Vegeta said�which was probably Hands off but he didn�t have the air to get the
words out. However, his annoyance at
being touched was dropping his anger, lowering his power level as he focused on
that offense rather than the other.

Bardock
shook his head at it, and wondered just what the fuck he was supposed to do
with this Prince now that he had him here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*********

Vegeta: You
have violated my personal space, please remove your dirty hands from me.

Krt:
No. In fact, if my father wasn�t
there I would have you bent over that table.

Vegeta: As
if.

Krt:
Alright, if you want to do it in front of my dad, but I�m telling you,
he is an old pervert.

Vegeta:
That�s not what I meant!!

Getarian:

I�ll
try to get Vegeta away from your Mothering instincts. *Might not work, but I have a plan for him * You know how he doesn�t like to be
mothered. *Vegeta is pouting in a
corner somewhere. * Poor dear.

No,
I don�t think the Twins could put the ki-repressors on their mother�s
tail. It just isn�t like them, because they
would have to come back and take it out.
So� *Is smiling smugly because
Author knows just when the twins are going to make their next cameo, and no one
else does.*

GAH1 I don�t think I could even think of Nappa having
sex much less write about it. *shudder
*

*Pets
Getarian * It�s okay. I didn�t really notice about the
review. (I >(I say this, but I�m a
perfectionist sometimes.)

Jaygoose:

My
family is pretty vulgar sometimes, but I�m not (at least I don�t speak that
way.) When I do say something lewd of
even slightly �dirty� it makes everyone stop and stare at me and then I get to
laugh at them.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I
like that Goten & �Geta�s mischief extends to creating alternate
universes. Got to love those
twins.

And
I�m not going to kill Saima. (If I were
it would be for what she did with Kakarot, not touching �Geta.)

Yes,
poor stubborn Prince. (Mean radditz for calling him a midget, but not everyone
can thing of Vegeta in the most flattering light.) He�s in a dirty smell place with a bunch of lewd uncouth people
and he can�t even fight without having to stop and rub his nipples. *which I think is hilarious. *

I
think Vegeta would have preferred to stay dirty rather than have some woman
lick him.

Yummy. Body piercings and bondage clothes! YEAH!
*So wish I was an artist� *
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