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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 12529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vegeta Doth Protest Too Much

By Sefiru

Pairing: G/V

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: D/s, Yaoi

Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball Z and I make no money, only lemonade.

Zee and Moiira: yeah, this story is pretty much an excuse for kinkiness.

anonanon: I seem to have this habit of goofy titles ^^

kit-kit: thanks!

Sigart: I think a lot of people (specially in Western culture) just don’t grok consensual submission. The whole reason I started writing was because I couldn’t find anything of the sort. And I can totally deliver the shiver …

animeslave18: oh, I’ve been afflicted with writer’s block before – but not usually when Vegeta is involved. He’s so tasty.^^

In this chapter: Goku discovers his heritage.

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Chapter 4: The Journal

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     On the first page, in Saiyan script, is written Kakarott’s journal. At first the writing is clumsy, full of corrections in another hand, but it becomes smoother as the pages and days go by. I read …

     Goku appeared on the planet in a rocky field, dotted with wildflowers and a few thornbushes. He didn’t know yet why the Yardrat elder had told him to make this world his next stop, though the look on the old man’s face suggested that it would be either a shock or an embarrassment, or both, when he found out. The Instant Transmission he’d learned on Yardrat was tremendously powerful; if he wanted to, he could teleport straight home to Earth. But he felt it wasn’t time to return just yet.

     Something had changed in him, was still changing. He’d noticed that his temper had mellowed out; before, he had relied on iron control and his childish persona to defuse his aggression. Now he was able to focus longer, especially on mental tasks, and concepts that had eluded him suddenly sprang into understanding. Even this ability to self-evaluate was a part of his inward transformation. Did this have something to do with his ascension to Super Saiyan? Or was it something that every Saiyan went through? Certainly Vegeta had shown signs of the clear-headedness that Goku was now getting used to.

      And this planet just might hold clues to what was going on with him. He oriented on the strongest ki sources in the area, and started off towards them – on foot, since the scenery was so nice. The terrain sloped downhill and trees replaced the grass; he came to a bubbling stream and walked along the bank for a while. On Earth, such a stream would have been a perfect place to fish for trout, as he had done many times. Coming closer to the kis he sensed, he crossed the stream and climbed up the slope on the other side; here he discovered a dirt path, running in the direction he was going. Coming to the top of the hill, he saw a large building – a castle? – atop the next hill on. The breeze brought him a faint but unmistakable scent: Saiyans. There were Saiyans here!

      His ki rising slightly, Goku followed the road into the valley. In front of him, the kis that he sensed were moving; he’d been spotted. By the time he reached the bottom of this valley, with another sparkling creek, they had him surrounded. He wasn’t overly worried; although there were about fifty of them, none of them were near as strong as the enemies he’d fought recently. He stopped on the grassy bank of the creek and waited for them to come out into the open.

      And they did, silently and in perfect unison. They were all Saiyan; spiked hair, bristling tails, bulging muscles, and they were all a great deal older than the Saiyans that Goku had met. Which, admittedly, was very few. They stared at him; he stared back, feeling the tension in the air – a challenge, a prelude to a fight. If he’d learned one thing from Vegeta, it was that Saiyans were impressed by a show of strength. So he let his ki rise sharply, and ascended to Super Saiyan.

      The reaction surprised him. There was a general gasp, the warriors stepped back – and then, as one, fell on their faces before him. The apparent leader crept forward on all fours and spoke in an unfamiliar language that, to his startlement, he still understood. “Legendary One, we are honored beyond measure that You grace us with Your presence. How may we serve You?”

      Goku blinked. Now he understood why the Yardrat Elder had sent him here; he knew what he wanted to ask for. He wrapped his mouth around the foreign words, strange-sounding and awkward on his tongue: “Teach me … our people.” He let go of his transformation and offered a hand to the older Saiyan, who took it and allowed Goku to raise him to his feet.

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      The leader’s name was Brossel. Thankfully he spoke some Galactic Common as well as Saiyan, which made communicating much easier. He explained that the enclave on this planet was a monastery, for retired Saiyan warriors who wished to devote their attention to the more intellectual aspects of war. Which was not to say that the physical aspects were neglected, of course. He nodded at Goku’s account of how he had arrived on Earth as an infant; it explained why Goku knew so little of his native tongue and culture. “Many infants of the third class were used in that manner,” he said. “Few Saiyans liked it, but it was Frieza’s policy, and he is our overlord.”

     “Was your overlord,” Goku corrected with a grin. The look of consternation on the lizard’s face just before he fried him was still clear in his mind. As was the expression on Vegeta’s face when he witnessed it. “Man, I bet Vegeta is still pissed off that I beat him to it.”

      “Vegeta? Prince Vegeta? He’s alive?”

      “And kicking.” He was particularly good at the roundhouse kick, Goku recalled. Brossel turned to the other monks, who were marching in two columns behind them, and announced in a bellow worthy of a drill sergeant.

      “Did you hear that? Frieza is dead, Prince Vegeta is alive, and a Legendary walks among us! We are blessed today!”

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     The monks gave him the best room in the monastery, apologizing profusely for its plainness; Goku, who had spent the night on a tree branch more than once, waved the matter off. They seemed impressed either by his humility or his ruggedness – he wasn’t sure which they saw him as. It was a little disturbing to see all of these seasoned warriors, all old enough to be his grandfather, mooning over him like teenage girls. And then there was the fact that they all knelt before him, heads bowed, whenever he passed them. That seemed to be at odds with Saiyan combative nature, until he realized that they were granting him the right to kill them out of hand. He had to sit down in the garden and take a few deep breaths when he figured that out.

      “It’s because you are not only the Legendary, but a dominant as well,” Brossel explained.

      “A which?” This led to a health lesson on Saiyan social structure. A dominant male, with a harem or pack of submissive males, was the core of a clan; females, who lived with their sisters, would choose a male to father children or just for pleasure. Opposite sexes didn’t really pair bond like humans did … which explained a lot about Goku’s own attempt at marriage. “So all these monks want me to have sex with them? I guess they’ll have to be disappointed. I’ve had my eye on Vegeta for a while now.”

      Brossel opened his mouth to answer, then shut it again. “I was about to say that the Royal family is a dominant bloodline – but if they were, each of them would have had a harem.”

      “Yeah. Vegeta only had Raditz and Nappa, and he sure didn’t treat them like family.” Goku tilted his head, thinking about what Vegeta’s experience of domination was. Frieza. Dodoria. Zarbon. “Heh. No wonder he reacts to me so badly.” Teaching Vegeta to trust him would be a major undertaking … but worth every moment. A plan started to form in Goku’s mind.

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The aged mentor ™, for all your backstory and forgotten heritage needs. ^^

Next chapter: more smut, natch.
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