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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 3: Return of Pure Evil

By Sefiru

Thank you, reviewers!

pun_xy: I really appreciate your continued support! Unfortunately
I can�t write two solid weeks of lemons, but here�s a taste of what they�re
doing aboard ship.

Yuurei: glad you liked them. Yeah, I love the idea of Vegeta in a collar too.

Macha: Of course there will be lemons! What do you take me
for?

Summary: Kakarott and Vegeta travel to New Namek to wish on
the Dragonballs. But someone else is after the Dragonballs too. This chapter:
the Saiyans arrive on New Namek and have a battle.

pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

warnings: NC-17, yaoi, BDSM, violence, language, oral, anal � and of course,
pure evil.

disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long live the King!

Chapter 4

During the
following two weeks, I do not sit in a chair or let my knees touch each other,
I do not touch my tail, lick or suck anything without permission, and I keep my
hands clasped behind my back at all times. Five simple rules, but the constant
vigilance they require! I am aware of them in every waking moment, aware of
Kakarott�s mastery in ephemeral chains more binding than any steel, even when
he is not watching me.

I slip up
exactly once. It happens during dinner one night when we have been eating
honey-baked ribs from a capsule. Naturally all our hands are soon coated in the
sauce, and this dish is a favorite of mine; I catch myself in the act of
licking myself clean. I glare at my fingers in horror and rage. Is this how I
serve Kakarott? Is this how I return his trust? I slam my fist to the table in
disgust. Defeated by an inanimate object and my own carelessness. Kakarott
doesn�t see it, he is speaking to Gohan, but he senses immediately that
something is wrong. He says nothing during the meal and simply lets me stew.
Once we are finished he leads me into our cabin. Shuts the door and stands
looking at me. �Strike me, Kakarott,� I say in a tight voice.

�What for?� A
flat demand, an order to confess. I tell him what I have done, and repeat my
request. He seizes me by the throat, but then he smiles. �There is no need.� I
look into his eyes and I understand: just by demanding punishment, I have
earned forgiveness. I also see that if I had tried to hide my actions, he would
show me no mercy. And I would deserve it; the very thought makes me feel
ill.

�Do what you
will with me, Kakarott,� I whisper. That night, he holds me down on the bed and
pleasures me until I am drained dry, as I surrender my body and soul to him. Kakarott
trusts me. I will not fail him again.

***

When our ship
lands on New Namek I can still walk, but only thanks to a senzu bean. As
Kakarott promised me, he has taken me in every imaginable position, hard and
gentle, fast and slow. I�ve satisfactorily recovered my honor with regard to
his rules, and I�m wearing a totally self-satisfied smirk; Gohan is starting to
relax about his father being in a physical relationship, even though the
soundproofing turned out to be less than completely effective. And Kakarott
grins like a fool every time he looks at me.

The Namek elders
are waiting for us when our ship lands. A grand reception, but we�re not
exactly your average travelers. They seem to be keeping up with the news from
Earth, because their leader greets Kakarott as King. �Welcome back to New
Namek,� it says.

Kakarott replies
with a nod. �Thank you for letting us visit, with the trouble we usually cause
when we�re here.�

�Which is little
compared with the trouble you prevent,� the Namek elder says. �We know Gohan�s
purpose here, and I assume you are looking for the Dragonballs.�

�Yes, we intend
to wish for the Saiyan homeworld to be restored, now that there are more
Saiyans to live on it. And the King of Earth asked me to give you this.� He
holds out a folded letter. �He wants to work on better understanding between
all our races.�

�Admirable
goals, both of them.� The Namek takes the letter. �If you have no plans for the
other two wishes, may I suggest you use one to establish communication links
between our three worlds.� It pauses. �Be alert. It seems trouble has preceded
you this time.� I snort. Wonderful. Why can�t these missions ever be simple?
�Someone else is also after the Dragonballs. They don�t have a sensor like
yours, so they�ve been assaulting people for information. There have already
been several incidents.�

Kakarott nods.
�We�ll keep an eye open for them.� He turns to Gohan. �Well, son, I guess this
is where we part ways. We�ll catch you on the flip side.�

�Hit them once
for me, dad.�

I switch on the
Dragon Radar. Sure enough, three of the balls are already in a cluster, and the
nearest of the others is a thousand kilometers away. Time to begin the hunt.

***

Collecting the
first four balls goes relatively easily, although we have some trouble finding
one of them that turns out to be stuck inside a hollow tree. Once we have those
four I put them in a capsule for safekeeping, then we go after the remaining
three. As expected, they�re being kept by a large group of well-armed aliens.

This is not a
race I�ve encountered before. Bipedal, reptilian, natural armor front and back.
They have turquoise skins and feathery feelers that are either hot pink or dark
purple; probably a gender difference. I don�t get much chance to think about it
because one of them (pink) spots us and immediately shouts, �it�s them! Kill
them!� Normally I�m pleased to be notorious, but in a case like this I'll pass.

All of them � about
two hundred � surge toward us. �What did he say?� Kakarott asks. I tell him and
add, �They�re speaking the Icejin language, so they�re probably some of
Frieza�s leftovers.�

�Great.� By now
they�re on top of us and we take our fighting stances, back to back. There are
a lot of them but they�re not that strong. Kakarott lets off a Kame hame ha
that takes out ten of them at once. The two apparent leaders (pink and purple)
are facing me. The purple-feelered one calls out in a distinctly feminine tone,
�Hey Momo! Can I have the short one?�

�You are so
not my type,� I shout back. �Big bang!�

Her hands snap
up in front of her. �Kagami!�

�Shit!� I barely
have time to dodge my own attack as it�s reflected back at me. How many of them
know that technique? It looks like ranged attacks are out of the question; I
power up to Super Saiyan and go after them with my fists. Anything I hit
shatters � ten more fall, then twenty. Their only hope is to overwhelm me with
numbers. I lose sight of the pink-feelered leader; behind me I hear two more
Kame hame ha�s, and then �kagami!� The blast comes flying back towards us.
Great, there�s two of them. Kakarott ascends as well and does as I do. Between
us we manage to reduce the aliens by a third but there are still many too many
of them; I ascend to Super Saiyan 2 for more power, so I can take out four or
five opponents with each punch. Kakarott has gotten separated from me and we�re
each surrounded by a squirming ball of turquoise lizards.

Suddenly the swarm
around me drops back and the purple-feelered lizard is right in front of me.
�This is for brushing me off. Leech touch!� she shouts, and slams her hand on
my chest. Ki drains out of me. Her touch is sucking away my power; I fall out
of level 2, then out of Super Saiyan all together. I realize that if this goes
on she�ll kill me. I try to break her hold, but the other lizards swarm in
again and hold me. As a last resort I
start to suppress my own ki, lock it inside myself. I won�t be able to use it,
but at least I�ll have some left.

Then Kakarott
appears at my back with his arms over my shoulders, a glowing sphere already in
his hands. �HA!� The lizard can�t shift techniques in time; the beam
instantly kills her and about a dozen minions besides. My ki fluxes wildly for
a moment, and I feel dizzy. Kakarott holds me steady. �That was close.�

�Hn. Thanks.� I
gain control of my ki and ascend to Super Saiyan again. �They�re not that
powerful, but that�s a nasty technique combo. Stay back and they bounce
everything back at you; get in close and they suck your ki out.�

He looks around.
�Any more of them?�

�I think it was
just those two.� I can only sense one ki that�s higher than the others. It
belongs to the original pink-feelered speaker. �Say, do you think he can
reflect two attacks at once?�

�I doubt it.� We
fly off in different directions as we try to bracket him. I knock out a few
more minions who try to stop me and then I�m in position.

�Kame hame ha!�

�Final flash!�
Caught between our attacks, the lizard doesn�t stand a chance. What�s left of
him falls to the ground between us. When the remaining lizards see both their
leaders are dead they scatter in all directions, dropping their belongings in
their scramble to escape. I check the radar; yes, that includes the
Dragonballs. I put them in the capsule with the others, then turn to look at
Kakarott. �I thought you didn�t like to kill.�

�They were
trying to kill you,� is his explanation.

�I�ll have to
give you a proper thank you.� Something fluttering on the ground draws my
attention and I pick it up. It�s a crude sketch of me. Kakarott, and a few
other Z fighters. Kakarott looks over my shoulder.

�That explains
how they recognized us.�

�It also tells
us something about Frieza.�

�What�s that?�

�He can�t draw.�

***

pink-feelered lizard: what kind of a name is Momo, you
moron!?

Sefiru: It�s Japanese for pink. I save my creativity for
characters that, y�know, last longer than one chapter.

Momo: *grumbles*

Next chapter: back on Earth, Mirai has a really bad day.
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