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A Prince Among Slaves	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Prince Among Slaves

A DBZ Fanfiction

By Sefiru

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta/Raditz/Bardock

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, slavery, incest, mpreg. This fic contains consensual adult incest. You have been warned.

kuramasgirl: thanks for reading!

animeslave18: you have clearly been reading the wrong kind of history ^^ I’ve never done an MPreg before … not my kink, but it fits the story.

Zofo: actually, Vegeta will not be the pregnant one. Remember, I like to write topping from the bottom …

The flu happens at the worst times :P On another note, I’ve gone back to writing longhand drafts. I don’t know if it shows on that side of the screen, but I suck at composing on the keyboard.

As I post this, the hit count is 1969. Flower Power!

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Chapter the Fourth

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      Vegeta lay curled up against Goku’s side, luxuriating in the heat from his skin. They were supposedly watching a film about an intrepid treasure hunter, but Vegeta was hardly paying attention. Not when his master’s arm was draped around his torso, and fingers were lightly stroking his hip. He purred with bone-deep contentment; Saiyans, especially slaves, were highly tactile creatures, and he had never known how much he needed to be touched.

       He had settled into a routine over the last few weeks. Waking in the pre-dawn twilight, taking his place for his morning mountings. After breakfast, when Bardock and Raditz were out at their duty stations, Goku and Vegeta would attend to household chores, train, or simply enjoy each other’s company as they were doing now. Vegeta hadn’t expected to like his master. In the afternoons, when Goku was off at his construction job and Vegeta was alone in the house, he napped or read from Bardock’s collection of slave manuals; he was forbidden to answer the door or the phone, and that suited him just as well. He was getting a feel for the art of being a slave; it was a passive, or rather, receptive art, but not powerless. Oh no, far from powerless.

      Today was Goku’s first day off since Vegeta arrived, and they had spent the whole day together. The movie ended; Goku scratched Vegeta’s ribs, making his tail tip flick back and forth.

      “Aw, aren’t you two adorable.”

      “Blow it out your ass, Raditz,” Goku said lazily.

      “Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous,” Vegeta added. Raditz snorted and flopped down on the other end of the sofa. This put him in easy reach of Vegeta’s tail, which he caught and started fondling. Vegeta smirked. The older brother was usually horny after a long duty shift.

      “So did you spar like you were going to?” Raditz asked.

      “Sure did.”

      “Is he any good?”

      “He’s scary.” Goku ran his fingers down Vegeta’s breastbone, and he squirmed. In his opinion, this was much more entertaining than any sparring match.

      “How come?”

      “Well, us warriors like fighting, right? So we like to show off. Play around. Not Vegeta, though. He’s all strike now, strike hard, and get the job done.”

      “And over with,” Vegeta said. “I have no idea what you find so amusing about it.”

      “Heh. Your technique still sucks, though.”

      “I’d rather work on my sucking technique.” Vegeta gave Raditz a sideways glance. “Why Raditz, you look a little uncomfortable over there. Belt too tight?”

      “It is now,” he growled, and started to undo the buckle.

      Goku chuckled and whispered in Vegeta’s ear, “Let’s give him a little show.” Vegeta grinned and sat up. Goku rolled over and draped his arms over the sofa’s armrest, raising his hips into the air. He flipped his tail up. “Lick it, Vegeta.”

      This was promising. After a cautious sniff found no unpleasant flavors, Vegeta flicked his tongue over Goku’s hole. Goku immediately groaned; Vegeta’s cock stiffened at the sound, and he licked again. Goku trembled. Exploring, Vegeta circled his tongue around the tightly crinkled ring, then pressed directly into the opening. He watched, fascinated, as Goku dissolved into a purring lump under his touch. Behind him, he heard Raditz’s breathing grow heavy.

      “Put it in,” Goku ordered. “Just the tip.” Vegeta obeyed; he straightened and shifted forward, then slid just the head of his cock into Goku’s hole. He couldn’t stifle a small cry. Goku’s inner ring clasped him at his most sensitive point; the muscle fluttered around him. Goku squeezed him and massaged him, while he gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to move.

     At long last, Goku said, “All of it.” Vegeta sank into him with a groan that was half whimper. He leaned on Goku’s back and panted; such a small thing that could drive him to the edge of control! A hand grabbed the base of his tail, and he yelped; Raditz lifted his tail roughly and shoved his cock in. Pinned between the two warriors, Vegeta howled. He was completely out of his mind, he could not have uttered a coherent word, couldn’t comprehend what Raditz growled in his ear. Later he would remember that it was something about “the meat in the manwich.” Goku pushed against him insistently, and he recalled that thrusting would feel even better.

      His eyes unfocused; he had no sense of anything beyond the searing flesh around and inside him. A dark form loomed in front of him, and he recognized it by scent as Bardock, though he hadn’t heard him come in. Another hard cock was pressed into his mouth. Three warriors, all to himself; he groaned, and writhed, and burned, and finally he exploded deep into Goku’s body. As awareness faded back in, he felt Raditz’s seed gush into him and tasted Bardock’s fluids on his tongue. After a moment they pulled apart and sprawled across the sofa and floor; Goku wore a satisfied grin and Vegeta was purring as soon as he had his breath back. Bardock hadn’t bothered to fully undress before joining in.

     The doorbell rang. Bardock rose to answer it; on the doorstep stood the slave broker, Cabetz, along with a barely-dressed slave who he recalled was named Apuru. “Evening,” he greeted them.

     “Good evening,” Cabetz said. “We’re just making a customer service call, to make sure your new slave is settling in.”

     “He’s doing great. Hey Vegeta,” he called back into the house, “Come see who’s here!”

     “You named him Vegeta?”

Bardock shrugged. “You’ve got to admit there’s a resemblance.”

Vegeta walked out into the hallway, tail still ruffled and that just-fucked scent steaming off him. His eyes lit up when he saw who was standing outside. He practically glowed with pleasure, as a well-used slave should; Cabetz unconsciously licked his lips.

“Mmm … there is another matter. An elite came by the agency today asking for … Vegeta … specifically. He was pretty annoyed when I said he’d been placed already, I didn’t tell him to who. He might be a friend of the trainer or something, but I thought I’d let you know.”

Meanwhile, Vegeta and Apuru were carring on a silent conversation of gesture and expression.

I told you so, Apuru smirked.

Yes, you did.

Any complaints?

None at all.

“Damned Elites. We’ll keep an eye out,” Bardock said.

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     After dinner, Raditz suddenly seized Goku and flung him over his shoulder. “Slaves are all well and good,” he said, “But I’m craving a piece of your ass after that stunt this afternoon.”

     Goku chuckled. “Looks like it’s us two and you two tonight. Have fun!” Raditz was already carrying him up the stairs.

     “Can I borrow your collection?” Bardock shouted after them.

     “Sure!” Then Raditz’s door slammed shut. Vegeta arched an eyebrow at Bardock. He had only gone one-on-one with Goku so far, and collection sounded promising.

     Bardock grinned at him, and then pounced. Vegeta squawked as he was thrown over the soldier’s shoulder. “Might as well follow the theme of the day,” he said as he marched up the stairs. Vegeta, though, was taking advantage of the close-up view of Bardock’s ass. The soldier wasn’t quite as handsome as his son, but he had a way of flicking his tail as he walked … bardock took him into his room and shut the door. Besides the bed and dresser, there was a computer desk (with baby pictures of Raditz and Goku taped to the monitor), a bookcase stuffed with history books and disks, and a knee high bench, shaped like a knee-high cylinder on four stout legs. Bardock pointed at it as he set Vegeta down. “There. On your back.”

     “With pleasure.”

     “Not yet.” Bardock opened a dresser drawer and took out a variety of restraints. Vegeta tensed. He had been restrained often during his training, and it usually came with some form of punishment – he didn’t think Bardock had that in mind, but he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Bardock started by shackling vegeta’s wrists together under the bench. “I use this thing a lot,” he said. “It’s got D-rings, sockets for a cock sleeve or a dong – very versatile.” He fastened Vegeta’s ankles to a spreader bar which also locked to the bench’s legs. He wrapped Vegeta’s tail in an elastic tube and fastened it to his wrists. He slipped a cock ring around his shaft and filled his mouth with a ball gag whose strap went all the way around the bench, pinning down his head. Spread open, exposed and immobile, Vegeta had to take a few deep breaths. Bardock paused to stroke his hair. “I’m going to get Goku’s stuff. I’ll be right back.”

       Vegeta was alone for a few interminable minutes. Despite his apprehension, he was getting hard; he tried to ignore the throbbing in his lower body, natural moisture leaking out of his hole. Bardock returned with a large box. He opened the lid and started to set out a row of plugs. Thick ones. Long ones. Ridged ones. Knobby ones. He lined up a dozen of them standing upright along the edge of his desk. They were just on the edge of Vegeta’s field of view, but he couldn’t look away. Then Bardock laid a blindfold over his face.

     “We’ve banged you a lot in the last few days, one after another and all together. But we haven’t driven you to exhaustion yet. Maybe this will do it.”

     Although he was trussed up like fresh game, Vegeta grinned. Definitely not a punishment. Without sight, he had little sense of what Bardock was doing – until, that is, the tip of a plug pressed into his opening. It was long, slick, and tapered. Stars exploded across his eyelids. He heard Bardock’s voice distantly, overshadowed by the presence of the mass inside him. “I can’t get over how sensitive you are.” And then he left it there, let Vegeta writhe against his bonds, searching for a tiny bit of leverage. He found none. He could feel the pressure build within him, but the cock ring held back his release. Dimly he heard Bardock chuckle; the plug was pulled out, and a different one slid into its place. Vegeta screamed.

***

     Twelve butt plugs later, Vegeta had to be carried to his pallet. Bardock, grinning, took all of the used toys to the bathroom to clean. He turned on the radio news to listen to as he worked.

     “… City Open has received a record six thousand registrations. The melee round begins tomorrow, with the last two fighters standing in each pool continuing to individual matches. In other news, the King announced today that he intends to conceive a child in his upcoming heat cycle. This is the King’s second attempt to produce an heir; his first child failed to survive its birth. His Majesty’s choice of sire has not been made public.” Bardock remembered that; it was just after he returned to regular duty afte having Goku. Eighteen years ago … the same age as Vegeta, in fact. Bardock’s hands stopped in mid-motion. It couldn’t be possible – could it?

***

I think I’m jealous of Vegeta ^^

Just what does Bardock suspect? What do the Elites want? And why is Vegeta so sensitive in back?

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