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Selfless Scarifice	By : OddPairingFan Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"If you say sorry one more time I'm going to, grr forget it!" Vegeta growled as he tossed Nappa unceremoniously into a healing tank. Raditz had come down from her initial power high and had become unreasonably apologetic for how bad she had damaged Nappa. "It's not like he didn't deserve it." Vegeta gave the bald saiyan a good smack upside the head before the tank closed and started to fill with the healing fluids.
"I know. I just-" but the growl from her prince shut her up before she could apologize or explain why she felt bad. They left together and went back to the quarters from before, but when they reached the door, Vegeta didn't follow her in. "Prince Vegeta?"
"You probably need your own space and shit while you are in this condition." It made her wince the way he had harshly said "condition" like it was dirt on his tongue. He wasn't complaining when he had said tongue halfway down her throat. "Change the lock and don't let anyone in. We will meet in social areas when we need to. I will communicate with you. Don't need any repeats of what happened earlier." 
"Yes sir," she sighed, a bit tired from the whole ordeal and Vegeta's blatant attempt to forget what had happened between them. 
"And don't get comfy with the special treatment. As soon as you are back to normal you are back to fitting into a shitty cramped room with Nappa and I." Turning on his heels, Vegeta stormed away from the female saiyan, oblivious to the middle finger and and tongue sticking out at his retreating figure. 
"Stuck up jerk." Raditz mumbled as she reassigned the room's data pad to her own personal code. Once in, she stripped herself of her armor and boots, till she was only in her leggings and a sports bra. Scratch that; the sports bra came off immediately. It made sense to wear it to constrict her chest when fighting, but damn it was uncomfortable. On the way to the bed even the leggings were shimmied off, leaving her in nothing but black booty shorts. Flopping onto the king sized bed, which would usually have hosted the three surviving saiyans all curled up together, Raditz enjoyed rolling around in the large space. The sheets felt smooth and warm, and brushed against her naked skin in an almost ticklish sense. "Usually Vegeta and Nappa hog all the sheets, and I'm stuck in the curling around myself. Not anymore!" She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of the two males fighting over the sheets in the room they would be sharing. The giggle turned into a snort when she thought of Vegeta literally kicking Nappa off the bed and making him sleep on the floor like he tended to do. He never did do it to Raditz, though he said it was because he didn't snore like Nappa so he could tolerate his presence. 
"I bet he would more than tolerate me now..." Raditz blushed at the thought of Vegeta and her sharing the bed as she was now; practically naked and stretched across the giant mattress. Closing her eyes, she went to touch her breasts, but then hesitated. The last time she did this it didn't end well. "Then again, no one can enter except me." A smile crossed her lips as her hands found their way to the top of her breasts, massaging them in circles. It seemed a bit to soft, or perhaps not enough, because while it felt a bit fuzzy and good she didn't feel the spark of fire in her belly like before. Closing her eyes to concentrate on the feeling alone, a fantasy started to play in her mind. She was trapped under her Saiyan prince, trapped like she had been on the couch, his strength keeping her from resisting. Her hands became rougher on her bosom, pinching her nipples in the harshness she thought Vegeta would use. A hand went from her breast and down to her panties, touching and rubbing at the top of her groin seam. 
"N-no not there." Raditz had no idea why the idea came into her head, nor did she know that her eyes were glowing red behind her eyelids and that her tongue that licked her lips was dancing between her sharpened canines. In her little fantasy it wasn't her own hand, but the young male saiyans, which was now yanking her undergarments off without kindness. His fingers rubbed at her warm folds as they started get moist, moving up to rub her hardened nub. His growl echoed in her mind, as if it was right in her ear. 
'Know your place.' It was something Vegeta always barked at him and Nappa when he felt they were out of line, but her fantasies made it so much more deeper, hungrier. The rubbing began to quicken and her breast burned with the harsh squeezing it was being subjected to. The building pleasure from before had come back tenfold; clear slippery juices flowed down her ass crack and onto the bed in a wide puddle. As completion got closer her fingers moved faster, or perhaps the other way around; she didn't know anymore. Raditz's mind was beyond fantasy and now just begged for release. 'So close. So close' the mantra screamed in her head, her panting and moaning lips unable to voice it aloud. 
"AH! I- AHAAAAAA!" Her orgasm came rocketing down, each pulsation sending a squirt of fluid all over the bed. She couldn't even rub anymore as her hips bucked up and down, her toes curling up in the bed liner as her body rose higher off the ground. Her eyes were wide open in shock and her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she saw stars dazzle the ceiling. Soon her energy was lost and the transformed female collapsed on the bed, chest heaving and throbbing in her ears. "Oh dear sweet Vegetasei!" She gasped when she felt more tricklea of fluid slip down her body. "That is what a female's feels like? Shit. That was so much better than before!" Raditz recalled going through puberty; locking himself in the toilet or shower when he was sure he was alone and pulling a quick orgasm out before bed. Never had an orgasm taken over his entire body the way it had just then, not even possibly his first ever orgasm. Nor had one ever tired her out so greatly. As Raditz fell into slumber, two thoughts crossed her mind: 1. I could get used to this, and 2. What the hell is wrong with me. 

VEGETA's QUARTERS.

"Stupid Nappa." Boots across the room, " Stupid Raditz!" his armor along with them. Sitting down on his couch, the young prince sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to fight his headache, "Stupid me." Curse his saiyan pride for all it was worth. In every sense of the word Raditz symbolized the perfect female, but his mind told him that those damn scientists did it on purpose to have their way. To try and ignore his damn hormones, he tried to think of Raditz as the same, ignorant and overconfident oaf he grew up with. Though he tried to put on a show of annoyance towards the older saiyan, Vegeta had always felt closer to him than Nappa because of their closeness in age. Heck, one could say Raditz was then annoying big brother he didn't choose to have. But that didn't stop the young prince from demanding it be Raditz that cooked for him, helped him bathe as a child and groomed him growing up. Not that Raditz ever minded, or at least never voiced any complaint. For a while Vegeta found it pathetic how eager he was to care for the young prince, till Nappa explained it was instinctual; that weaker or 'beta' saiyans were more likely to be workers and servants back on the home planet. "As I recall," Nappa had said, "I think his mother worked at a meat serving station. So she mostly hunted and cared for multiple people." Looking down at his groin, Vegeta growled and his own body's betrayal; the tent in his pants sticking up. He would have to think harder of how Raditz used to be. 'I am a prince dammit! I will not degrade myself to masturbating, epecially to the thoughts of a comrade.

FLASHBACK: A WEEK AFTER PLANET VEGETASEI"S DESTRUCTION.

"NO!" Vegeta called out, springing from the bed in a sweaty panic. His nightmare consisted of the screams and cries of countless saiyans dying. He had originally been slaughtering some weak race, but as he strangled the king it transformed into his father, gurgling and asking "Why?" when he quickly let go, all of the bodies around him changed into saiyans, all asking why he didn't do anything to stop them dying.
"Vegeta." The young prince jumped before turning over and seeing Raditz looking up at him, a sad and tired expression on his face.
"What do you want pest. How dare you wake me." Vegeta refused to admit that the nightmare scared him awake Raditz looked like he was about to argue, but then seemed to give the younger saiyan a stern look before taking his arm and pulling him towards him. "What the hell are you doing?" Vegeta hissed.
"Calm down or Nappa will wake up," Raditz grumbled, nodding to the hulking mass that was hanging off the edge of the bed they all shared. Vegeta wriggled as he was held against Raditz's chest, that is until he felt a soft circular stroking on his lower back. It felt nice, almost soothing even. Every so often after a few circles with his index and middle finger, they would tap in the middle of the circle gently before going back to stroking. "I get them too ya know." Raditz whispered, making Vegeta tense and his face heat up. Raditz didn't wait for a reply, "I remember the first time they happened. It was after my very first real mission. My teammates were all killed; something about a computer error sending us to a planet way above our ranking. I survived until back up showed up and got me out of there, half dead."
"Your point weakling," the younger saiyan mumbled, slowly falling into into a half sleep like state at the ministration on his back.
"Well if you would let me finish," Raditz chuckled, earning a small kick in the leg. "Anyway when I was recovering at home, my... my dad got annoyed with my screaming I guess. He came into my room one night and did this for me. It seemed to work. He never did do it for me again though, said I could do it myself with my tail." Raditz lifted his tail in emphasis and wiggled it in between the two of them. "I still have to do it sometimes."
"Yeah well that is you isn't it? Not... me...." Vegeta slowly fell back into slumber. Raditz continued rubbing and tapping Vegeta's back until he too fell asleep. The next morning Vegeta woke up alone, well except for Nappa who at that time on the floor. He crawled out of bed and peered into the other room and saw Raditz was up making breakfast for all three of them. It continued like this for some time, until Vegeta no longer needed the help to sleep, at least not intentional help. He hated to admit it, but the natural scent of the wild haired saiyan seemed soothing to him. He claimed it was only because Nappa snored that he rather be closer to Raditz, but in reality he couldn't fall asleep without a few deep breaths of the older man's scent; thank goodness pods put you under with sleeping gas or he would never sleep on the way to a mission.

After some time things became a bit more routine: go to a planet, destroy inhabitants, report back in. Train together, eat together, sleep together. It was not often that Vegeta was without Raditz by his side, maybe Nappa would go off ahead to save them a seat at the mess hall, but Raditz stuck by his prince. Many years past and one day though, Freiza was not too pleased with how long it had taken them to take over a planet. He had requested Vegeta come alone to report; and despite Raditz trying to follow, he did as he was ordered. The beating was harsh, both Dodoria and Zarbon ganging up on him with relentless blows; Frieza's mocking and scolding in the background of every grunt and gasp of pain. When it was finished and Vegeta started to limp out of the room, one more blow was taken to his ego.
"I wonder how dear old Daddy would feel about your failure. He had such high hopes for you." Frieza chuckled, which turned into all out laughter as Vegeta fought the pain and ran the rest of the way to his quarters. He could hear Nappa snoring and had assumed both his followers had fallen asleep waiting. After taking a boiling hot shower he snuck into the bedroom, ready to shove his way. What he didn't expect was Raditz sitting cross legged on the bed waiting, one knee bouncing impatiently. He looked up at Vegeta and quickly stood up, gesturing for Vegeta to take his place on the bed.

"I made Nappa go to sleep on the floor. He complained but he ends up there anyway so he didn't put up too much of a fuss." Raditz whispered, pulling the sheets back for his prince. Vegeta climbed in without a word, letting Raditz lay the blanket over him before climbing in himself. Vegeta shimmied the blanket out from under him though and pulled it over him, for the first time in a long time sharing the warmth and he curled up into the larger man. "Prince V-Vegeta?" Raditz stuttered.

"I can't get that damn pattern down." Vegeta grumbled into his chest. Raditz couldn't see him under the blanket that was pulled over his head, but he understood when he felt his hand pulled to the lower part of Vegeta's back. "How do you do it again?" Raditz pulled the blanket back to look Vegeta in the face, and was shocked to see tears were threatening to escape the teenager's eyes. He smiled down softly, using one arm as a pillow for his prince before the other one rubbed his back as he had done years ago.

PRESENT TIME.

Vegeta wiped the tears from his cheek as he recalled how safe he felt with Raditz despite him being weaker than him. Shaking it off he felt angry with himself for feeling so weak and nostalgic. "You always take care of me. Even though I never deserved it." Vegeta hissed, as if Raditz was in the room with him. "I don't care how much can be undone. I will do all I can to get us back to the way we were."

JUST AFTER VEGETA'S CONFERENCE WITH FRIEZA

"Lord Frieza, not that it is my place to question you, but aren't you concerned with the fact the saiyans can repopulate?" Zarbon asked when the communications link was disconnected.

"Zarbon, Zarbon. Tut tut. It would take far more than one female to bring their entire civilization back. And besides, this is a chance to start fresh." Lord Frieza smiled as his chair hovered him along, his subordinates following him with questionable looks on their faces.

"My Lord?" Zarbon inquired.

"I had hoped to catch Vegeta at a young enough age to make him obedient and loyal. But it seems his father was able to instill some independence and pride in him before handing him over. If Vegeta does breed the new bitch, we can use their offspring as a fresh start to owning the saiyan power. Imagine, a completely loyal and powerful saiyan."

" And with that you won't even need the three monkeys." Zarbon chuckled.

"Exactly."
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