Damn Traditions

Wow, I am in awe of the response to my story, and Gods I really thank you all. Some of my very favorite fan authors are in this anime so joining in was a little daunting. Huge thanks to my wonderful reviewers especially, Starlight Dragon, kit-kit, Foxxy Jones, Gemoore, Hiketsu_Hitori, chaos_ruler1, Saiyajinprincess, Asha, Lina and JSinuYasha!!!!! You all make it really worth it! It’s a week until Winter, but it isn’t cold here so I hope to get more writing done this weekend. I write a lot, and other projects need to be finished off and my Yugioh friends are expecting something from me too, so I ‘ve got to get to them too. So I hope this is okay. No not beta’ed again, no time for that at the moment, but it is a lot longer and I managed to squeeze in another lemon!
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“Your son has been taken off world,” began Parzanip as he sat with Bardock in a bar. “But it seems that now the Prince has joined the cause I’ve been working for.”

“What?”

“He is asking for the deflowering tradition to be ended.”

“A little too late for my boy, isn’t it… You said off world, where?”

“They say that he’s been taken to where to Elite females were shipped off to.”

“I hadn’t heard about that.”

“No, again, not many have. There aren’t many of them left and the King wanted them safe from the Icejins. Seems there was a rumored assassination plot against them. Frieza is hoping to get rid of our race any way he can. He doesn’t know about what certain third class males can do.”

“And I suppose you don’t know to which world?”

Parzanip shook his head, “Top secret. Very few know and they all belong to the King. Just as your son belongs to them now. You will have to resign yourself to never seeing him again. The Prince has returned to the Palace, but hasn’t been screwing around like he had been. He’s been spending most of his time training into exhaustion, but abusing the servants even worse than usual.”

“I’m glad for the information anyway.”

“At least things are happening now, and it seems your son is to be thanked for that.”

Bardock nodded.

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Kakarott had been loaded into a ship and whisked off planet. Two guards went with him and guided him to the compound where he would stay. There he was met by at least twelve women all much older than him and at least four small boys. These were the Elite females, all the Elite females, there were no more. In his lifetime Kakarott had only seen a few females himself. They were old women past the age of childbearing. And these were all beautiful with tall slim bodies and unlike most people Kakarott had ever seen, their hair was flat and manageable, their styles were what they liked, not what they had to live with.

Several of them approached and one asked of the guard, “What is this doing here? He’s too young to be a guard and he’s… third class.”

“He is to remain here with you, and as to why, it is none of your business,” answered the guard.

“What do you mean remain with us? Does the King know this?”

“It is the King’s order that brings him here and he will remain. He is not a guard; in fact he belongs to Prince Vegeta.”

“Belongs? He is a slave? Why send a slave here, he should be serving his Prince.”

“Again this is none of your business. He will remain here and you will not order him about. He will be kept in separate rooms to you, but if you are to be moved, he will move with you.”

“This is disgusting. Third class….” She walked off with her nose in the air, gathering the others before her and away from him and the guards.

“This way,” the guard motioned him away.

“Why do they act that way?”

“You haven’t met many Elites, have you?”

“No.”

“They all think they are far superior to the other classes. Their power levels are supposed to be greater than anything we can ever achieve. Those females are the last of the females born to the Elite class, if they have children, they are male, but even those are few and far between. Those four boys are it and as you could see, none of them are under four years old. Your class are the most successful breeders, but even you have few females left.”

He led Kakarott into some rooms that were larger than the home he had been raised in.

“Just keep away from them. I understand you had begun training as a soldier…” Kakarott nodded. “Then we will come and take you training with us. There are twenty guards here, we train daily, you are welcome to join us, we don’t care if you’re third class.”

Kakarott smiled, at least he had that.

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“I hope you’re pleased with yourself,” yelled the King when he came into his room tossing his ceremonial cape onto the bed.

Vegeta was lounging on a chair, his legs over the arm of it. “Bad meeting, father?”

“Don’t get sarcastic with me; you know exactly why I called you here.”

“I was doing my duty, in your place I might add.”

“But you bit him; he’s become your mate. Here I am trying to get the Icejins off our backs and get away with our freedom, and I’m being distracted by your little accident! I warned you before hand not to mark them like you like to do with your other sexual partners. I thought that you hated the third class, why the hell did you do such a thing?”

“He was a good fuck for a virgin. Nice and tight, I just couldn’t control myself. Hell you’ve been taking virgins every month for decades… So I wanted to leave my mark, why shouldn’t I do what I please on a third class. It was an accident that I bit him, you think I wanted a third class as a mate of mine?”

“Well he is your mate now, that much has been fully confirmed. I hear you practically tore the clothes from your body when you went to him. Each time his cycle comes it will happen again, you will go to him, you will service him and at some point you will impregnate him. Not that that would be a bad thing considering.”

“Considering?” Vegeta was sitting in the seat properly.

“There are only twelve female Elites left, and not one of them has become pregnant by me or any of the other nobles, in four years. If we are to continue as a race, we need the breeding third class males. One of the nobles volunteered to mate a third class breeder, that breeder has dropped his second child in two years. You now have a breeder mated to you, if we are to continue our line; you need to get him pregnant. And one other thing -- without the bloody Icejins learning about it. I’ve sent the boy to where I sent the females; you will go there and choose one of them as a mate. Bring her back and we will have a public wedding, then you will return there and stay with the third class until you have him carrying your child.”

Vegeta jumped to his feet. “Wedding! I will not play act for those damn lizards!”

“You can have any of the females you want, they are not like the breeders, tasting their blood does not mate them to you. Just watch their claws; they’ll mark you with them, in more ways than one.” He disappeared into his private shower dismissing his son.

Vegeta rolled his eyes skyward. This was exactly what he had not wanted to happen. He never wanted any type of mate. He was young; he just wanted to enjoy his life. Now he was to take a wife and get his accidental mate pregnant. Somehow he would rather have had to face the lizards.

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Kakarott enjoyed the training he was taking with the second class guards. It made up for the loss of the squad he had been assigned to at home. His quarters gave him his own private shower, his own room, his own huge bed, even his own place to eat. He avoided the females as much as he could, and they of course avoided him like the plague.

So life wasn’t as bad as he had at first thought it might be. He slept when he wanted to, he trained when he wanted to, hell he even ate when he wanted to. Of course he had no other companionship other than the guards he sparred with, and that was as close as they got. Their duty was to guard him and the females, not to get close to them.

Still having that much was good, he loved to fight and he didn’t have to take orders from these guys like he did in his squad at home. And as it was about all he did, with the rotating guards, he got better and better. Challenging the second class guards in a way they had never expected from a supposedly low powered third class. He could fight for hours, out doing some of the others, who were quickly replaced by another.

There he would be, twenty feet off the ground, down to his pants, his body gleaming with sweat from the hours of hard fighting, yet still ready and eager for more. When he actually beat several of the guards, they began to fight harder, and not hold anything back.

It was at this point that Prince Vegeta arrived; having escaped the “damned females”, in search of the other reason he had come there. He stood looking up at the half naked fighter as he took on three of the guards at once and clearly not being bothered by that.

The head guard, who had been watching, suddenly noticed the Prince was there and fell to his knees. “Sire, we were not expecting you back so soon.”

“Yes I know. What is going on here?”

“The third class participates in training with us, Sire. Ah… as you can see, he is quite… talented.”

The Prince stood there with his arms crossed over his chest watching the fight as it continued, one of the guards dropped out of the fight, dropping to the ground exhausted.

“Talented? He is strong… Have you measured his power levels lately?”

“No Sire.”

“He is strong; he’s beating your men. Magnificent!” Vegeta’s hands moved to his hips as he watched the fight continue. He could almost not believe that this was a third class by the way he was outfighting the second class guards. And Gods, he was a sight to look at too.

Vegeta had no qualms about how his body was reacting to the action above. There was only one guard left fighting Kakarott, and when he too was forced to give up, only then did he drop to the floor and land on his feet.

“You, come,” ordered Vegeta as he turned around and left the room.

At first Kakarott turned to see who was behind him, but there was not one there.

“Go,” said the head guard, “You must go with him.”

“Oh, okay.” He grabbed a towel on the way and wiped some of the seat off his body, wondering who the new short guard was.

He soon found himself in a set of rooms that were not far from his own. He entered to see the short guard removing his clothing.

He stopped in the doorway the towel wrapped around his shoulders and held in both his hands, wondering what was going on.

“Um, why are you doing that?”

The Prince finished removing his pants and turned to look at him. “Get your clothes off and get on the bed.”

“What! Are you crazy?” Kakarott eyed the erection standing up between the others legs.

“You will do as I order or do I have to have you tied to the bed?”

Kakarott pulled the towel from his shoulders and threw it to the floor. “I don’t know who you are, and I will not do that.”

“I am Prince Vegeta, your mate, baka!”

Kakarott flinched as if he had been slapped. This short man was his mate? This was the man that had taken him twice in his memory, given him… pleasure?

“Oh.”

When Kakarott did nothing but stare at him, Vegeta moved over to him sent a small blast at his offending pants that had them disintegrate from his body and had him yelping away in surprise. “That’s better,” smirked Vegeta as he surveyed the naked body in front of him. “Now, bed.”

Kakarott was glaring at him. “I don’t take orders from you.”

Vegeta’s eyes turned dangerous as he looked into the eyes of the other. “You belong to me!”

“I belong to no one,” answered Kakarott without any fear.

The next moment he found himself flung into the wall behind him with a blinding yellow flash. Stunned he could do nothing when the angry Prince followed him over, grabbed him by his hair and dragged him over to the bed. He cried out with the pulling, but his limbs would not obey him. He had to endure the treatment no matter how painful it was.

There was also blood leaking from the side of his mouth, then there was a tongue there, lapping it up hungrily. He felt himself being picked up and landing on the softness of the bed. He heard a growling as his nipples were attacked by that same tongue and could not stop the moan that escaped from his throat. He still could not control his limbs, but his body was reacting in another way as he felt the naked Prince cover him with his own body, pressing down on him as he was attacked by the Prince’s mouth. His body arranged to suit the Prince’s pleasure, arms stretched behind his head, legs pushed apart and raised a little. Hands kneading him, pinching his already abused nipples, sliding over his body, cupping his groin. Gods he was liking this, he wanted to be touched, needed to be caressed, wanted his now hard cock rubbed in some way… any way.


Then the Prince’s hand was there gripping his length, fisting it, as his mouth latched onto his neck, sucking and biting. But all too soon the hand was gone and he was being opened by insistent fingers, pushing inside him, moving around, stretching him to accommodate the Prince’s magnificent manhood. He was certainly not lacking there. He moaned and groaned, his body moving as he was prepared, arching up to get the fingers inside him further. He found he could control his hands now, and his feet planted themselves harder on the sheets so he could push himself onto those wonderful long fingers, fucking himself on them. His mouth was silenced a moment as the Prince’s plundered him there with his own as the fingers were withdrawn. Then Vegeta pulled back, moved his body to join with him, and in one quick shove, was fully sheathed inside the larger body.

Kakarott cried out in pleasure and closed his eyes tightly as the Prince positioned himself better over him, hands resting on wither side of Kakarott’s chest, encouraging the younger man to wrap his legs about Vegeta’s waist, before he began to move, thrusting into the pliant body with powerful strokes, grunting with each hard thrust. Kakarott’s hands moved from behind his head and grabbed onto Vegeta’s shoulders a constant moaning streaming from him as he enjoyed the hard penetration. The wonderful feel of the Prince’s cock inside of him, filling him, occasionally hitting that one spot that made him cry out with a near scream of absolute pleasure. How could he deny that this man was not his mate? How could he ever have not wanted this to happen to him? Taking and giving pleasure to his possessor…

Vegeta began to speed up as he felt the need build up inside of him, the tight heat of his young mate was a perfect place to be, but his body wanted to explode, to fill him with his seed, make to ultimate claim he could make. He could feel it coming and he bent down to bite at the other’s neck as he thrust hard, cumming hard, feeling a replying splash against his stomach from the neglected cock of his mate. The other crying out in almost a whine. He tasted blood in his mouth, having bitten down harder than he planned, but that was all right. The blood was sweeter to him than anything he could ever drink, and it was his to take.

Kakarott lay there, this time too tired to move as his legs fell from around the smaller form on top of him. He could still feel the tongue and lips lapping at his neck which hurt like hell. He knew he’d have more than just a hickey on his neck this time. It almost felt like the man had taken a chink out of him when he had cum. And the Prince had yet to pull out of him, which was also okay right now. He liked having the Prince inside him. He couldn’t believe he had resisted the man, because right now he didn’t want him to leave.

Vegeta finished his licking and pulled out of the lax body beneath him. He smirked on hearing the whimper of loss. The bakabrain had tried to resist him not long ago, and now whimpered… He flopped onto the bed beside the larger body. He hoped to rest a little before having another round with the third class. He was still such a good fuck. He didn’t think it was just because he was his mate. The boy— young man-- was beautiful and had a wonderful body. His muscles a little firmer now that he was training regularly; there was nothing soft about him, except perhaps his attitude. But Vegeta didn’t care about that. He didn’t care at all what his mate thought. He was a mate and nothing more. A body to be used for his pleasure… and probably to carry his young too.

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TBC