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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

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

Fly: no need to feel sorry for them � love will find a way,
you know.

Macha: Maybe I will do one where Kakarott ties up
Vegeta � and then makes him dance � strategic friction, yeah �^^ And I actually
had an easier time figuring out where the rope would go, than not making it
sound clunky (�Boy scout knot #1539, Royal Saiyan
Hogtie. Step 1 ��)

Pun_xy: you�ll like some of what�s
coming, then. And remember to drink plenty of fluids.

starlight_dragon: I�m sure that before I run out of
ideas, I�ll cross the boundaries of good taste.

Rowina: yes, there will be adventure. And lemons. Hold onto your socks.

And to everyone lamenting the apparent lack of lemons, one word: voyeurism. And
two more words: video messages.

In this chapter: The mission leaves Vegetasei.

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Chapter 4: Time to go

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�� Two weeks. That�s
how long it takes to get the mission ready to fly. A word from Kakarott and the
whole Saiyan nation turns out to help; Gara, the chosen
ship, is checked over, scrubbed and refurbished top to bottom, hold packed with
fuel and air, engines fine-tuned and ready. Mirai�s
next-generation ki sensor is docked to the bow, a
free-flying robot built around a sensor crystal as big as I am. Bardock has his
pick there of crew. The humans and Nameks arrive and
settle in: engineers, scientists, healers and even a handful of shapeshifters. And then there�s our token Kai, Ren, a young female clairvoyant who just screams
troublemaker. And I, in command of it all for my sins.

�� The morning of
our departure, I don�t want to climb out of bed. All of my gear is already on
the ship, but as long as I wake up in Kakarott�s
arms, I�m home. And from tonight I � won�t be. We eat breakfast in silence but
with a thousand little touches and glances; I try to memorize the way the light
strikes his hair, the feel of his tail fur, the set of his shoulders. Three hours and counting. Kakarott ITs us to a nearby clifftop
where we sit and study the view.

�� Are you worried
about the trip, Vegeta?�

�� I do what�s
needed. I don�t have to like it.�

�� What I thought.
Here, I�ll give you something to remember.� He touches his throat. �Taste.�

�� My breath draws
in as I turn towards him. I can count on one hand the times he had offered me
this privilege; he prefers to keep it so, because of the powerful effect it has
on me. Kakarott trusts me. With one
flick of my jaws I could tear out his throat before he could stop me. His blood
pulses steady under my teeth and I � I am his slave. Within moments my tension
disappears. For this treasure I would take anything he gives me, I would do
anything he asks of me.

�� His hand comes up
to press my head to him. �Vegeta. Bite.�

�� A shudder runs
through me. Obedience is not a question; my teeth close until I break his skin.
Kami.
His blood is sweeter than anything I�ve tasted. I feel nothing but its flowing into me, possessing me. Conquering
me. I know this sacred honor is mine alone; Kakarott will never trust
anyone the way he trusts me. And with that trust he owns me completely. If he
declared right now that he wanted me dead, I would bend down and beg for the
final blow.

�� I drink his blood
until it stops flowing, and then lie against him for a long time. How long, I
don�t bother to count; what matters in this moment is that I�m open to
Kakarott, surrounded and penetrated by his power, the deep connection that
feeds my pride and my humility. Not that anyone but Kakarott ever gets to see
the latter. Gradually the real world fades back in � my throat feels hoarse,
and I realize I�ve been purring this whole time. Kakarott conjures up a bottle
of water for me. �Feel better?�

�� Yeah. I should learn how to do that.�

�� It�s not too hard. If you put a spark of
your ki into something, you can IT it just like your body.�

�� I see.�

�� I left a present
in your cabin.�

�� I left one on
your desk.�

�� He nuzzles the
top of my head and says what we�re both thinking. �Time to
go.�

�� Hn.�

�� He ITs us directly to the landing
field. All around us other crewmembers are saying goodbye to their families as
well, all yelling and cursing and milling bodies. Kakarott holds me close for a
long moment and then kisses me lightly. �Find our people, Vegeta, and come home
to me.�

�� Count on it.� I
step back, turn away and walk into the ship. I make my way up the ramp and
through the companionways to the bridge; I can sense Kakarott still standing at
the edge of the field. Gohan nods at me from the
engineer�s station. �All systems are ready to go, sir.�

�� Are all the crew
aboard?�

�� Yes, sir,� Ren reports from
Communications. �All crew are present and accounted for.�

�� Seal the
hatches.� I fall into the familiar list of orders and cross-checks involved in
launching a starship. It�s not so very different from when it was just me, Nappa and Raditz. The engines
rumble and we slowly lift into orbit. A last look through the readouts; all is
in order. �Helm, lay a course for the third rendezvous.�

�� Ready, my lord.�

�� Go.� The planet
falls away behind us. Kakarott stands watching until we�re out of sensing
range.

�� The plan is
simple. We will fly to the last known location of each fleet, and then use the
long-range ki sensor to look for life signs. Those
coordinates are more than five years old, which gives a large but finite search
area. It�s a three-week trip to the first one. I hang around the bridge long
enough to make sure everything is working properly, excuse myself for an
inscrutable Namekian meal in the mess hall, and then
return to my cabin.

�� There is a stack
of boxes and parcels on my bunk; I see the old tradition of parting tributes is
making a comeback. From my training class, a case of liquor.
From Bulma, a capsule equipment
kit, and from my father, a book of Saiyan historical
sagas. How thoughtful. It might be useful if I suffer from insomnia.

�� From my sons
there is a video screen loaded with hundreds of family pictures. Here�s me, shortly after my arrival on Earth, glaring at the
camera held by Mrs. Briefs. Here is Trunks as a toddler, earnestly stalking a
squirrel. Kakarott after Buu,
tearing up his own headstone. Gohan and Videl in club dress. Everyone. I
notice a button marked �stress relief� and press it; a 3D image of Frieza appears. How is this stress relief? I hit a key at
random and a huge disembodied fist hits him in the stomach, whereupon he
doubles over with an agonized grunt. Much better. I
spend several minutes pummeling Frieza before setting
the panel aside.

�� The biggest and
last box is from Kakarott. I open it and I�m immediately swamped by a wave of
his scent � the box is full of a shaggy gertha hide
infused with his smell. I lift it to my nose and inhale. Perfect. Also in the box are a pair of leather shackles and a
bottle of suspiciously cloudy liquor. A note with them says simply, to help you
sleep. I open the bottle and taste a drop. He
didn�t � yes, he did. His smell, his taste, the feeling
of bonds. Perhaps insomnia won�t be a problem.

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Kakarott: It�s my personal secret recipe.

Vegeta: well, when I can�t get it fresh �
::knocks back a shot::

Next chapter: Vegeta�s gift to Kakarott, and the Vegetasei dragon.

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