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A Prince Among Men	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Prince Among Men
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-Echoes
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A Prince Among Men

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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:

a.
No, DBZ isn�t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain�t mine.

b.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around reading
different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.

c.
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. : SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.

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It
would be so nice to be able to throw him off and kick him in his idiot �widdle
prick.� But Vegeta dropped his head
forward, grabbed the hands over the rings that were burning, and had to admit
that it actually felt pretty damn good to have someone else rubbing them. Soothing.
Made him forget�just momentarily�that he was stuck on this forsaken,
idiot planet with the crass third-class that had no idea what a BATH was for,
and his place as Prince had been taken by that inbred-whelp Caradoc.

�I
gave you a tent so you could molest your boys and girls there, Kakarot. I think he�s recovered,� that was
Bardock. Asshole. Smirking at him. And it was strange to see that even after all these years, he had
not aged that much. Looked the same. Had the same knowing grin, radiated the same
sense of power and strength.

He
didn�t even bother to deny that Kakarot was molesting him. Took too much energy that he didn�t
have. Besides, he had a feeling it
would be easier just to let the morons think what they would. Who gave a fuck what they thought
anyway. The burning stopped, and the
large, warm hands went away, left him feeling alone and empty. But he wasn�t about to let that known. Stood up and glared.

�Look,�
Bardock said, cutting him off before he even managed to say a thing, �We�re not
scheduled to be near the home planet for at least five years. So shut up about getting home and accept the
fact that you�re out here with the rest of us shit-piles. I will tell you what to do, not the other
way around.� He motioned to his son.

And
the visit was apparently over. Because
he was picked up and carted off. Forced
to endure the whistles and the innuendo as he was carried across the busy
encampment and taken into Kakarot�s tent.
(In which, there was a mousy looking girl that was sitting on his bed,
picking at the ends of her dark-brown hair.)
She looked up: �There you are.�

He
was dropped on a pile of dirty clothes.
Joy. And his idiotic little
outburst sapped all his energy down to the bare minimum that was keeping his
eyes open. Not inspiring. His chest hurt, his tail ached, and he was
attempting not to accidentally slide off the pile of dirty clothes and be
buried under the horrible stench of them.
This while Kakarot picked up the little mousy flousy and kissed
her.

Did
these barbarians have no concept of decency?
None at all.

�Hey,�
there was the other voice, Kakarot�s brother.
And a hand grabbed him by the arm, hauled him to his feet. �You don�t have time for that. The Captain ordered you to be training. So lets go.
And we�re taking the boyfriend today.�
To illustrate that Vegeta was that boend,end, the tall and overly haired
one shook him. As if there was someone
else lying around that could be misconstrued as Kakarot�s boyfriend.

~~~***

�Sorry,�
she said to him. Smiled, smirked and
walked out. Left him to the training
with his dear older brother�how he wished he could just pound the asshole�s
face in.

With
a great sigh he turned and followed Radditz�who was carrying the Prince�to the
field they had used the day before.
Watched him drop the Prince on the ground and winced, hoped like hell
that Vegeta wouldn�t demand all their heads be cut off when he made his regal
way back to the palace. Because getting
beheaded would suck. A lot.

�So
is this going to be a real fight or should I just beat you into the dirt?�

Kakarot
shrugged. There were two forms of
�training� between him and Radditz, one was where they actually fought to
improve their skills, speed and all that good nonsense. The other was where he bottomed out his
power and let his brother beat him until he had to be put in the regeneration
tank so his power level would raise.
(Every near-death occurrence, your power doubled.) The second one was what they did when they
got stuck on a planet such as this. He
had been in the tank six times in the past three weeks. Twice because he had gotten in a fight with
his father�which was a mighty humbling experience.

�Let�s just fight the old
fashion way today. The Captain can put
you in rehab if that�s where he wants you.�
Radditz braced himself, smirked at him.
Jerk. He took just a little too
much pleasure out of watching his little brother get beat up. (Probably because he was faster and stronger
than the idiot.)

�Oh, good, then I can put
you in rehab today?� He said this, but immediately
regretted it because Radditz always felt that he should have been the stronger
and endeavored to prove this as often as possible. Especially when his manly pride was called into pride like he had
just done. So, instead of a fight for
the sake of fighting, he was defending himself against the rain of attacks that
came from the hidden well of resentment that Radditz had for him.

Yet
another reason why he wished his father had never told anyone about that stupid
vision of him as a Super Saiyan. So,
one severely beaten body and six hours later, he was finally released from the
fight, and with a grunt of effort, picked up the Prince�who had fallen asleep
during the first hour of the fight and was snoring away. Carried him back to the camp. (Which was now a perfectly packed place with
only the tents left standing. The smell
was washed out with the clothes, and all in all, everything looked pretty
official. A visitor would think that
they were an organized army (that visitor would be wrong, but that�s what they
would think regardless.)<
<

~~~***

The
gruesome foursome was following her around again. �So fuck my hand, you say?� and �What did you get out of
yesterday morn�s quickie?� and �I bet she didn�t get anything she�s fucked so
many times�� and that was when she lost it.
Because they were the most vulgar, smelly, ridiculously idiotic Saiyans
in a whole camp of idiotic vulgar dirty smell Saiyans. The real bottom of the barrel here.

She
turned, punched idiot One in the face, kicked him in the groin and tossed him
into a pack of trees. �Yeah, I told you
to fucur hur hand, but even it has higher standards!� Grabbed the second one by the foot, spun him around and around
and sent him flying up into the air.
Spit after him. And then the
last two were slowly backing away from her, rng tng their hands in retreat and
she picked up a rock and tossed it at the third idiot. �Asshole.�

And
that had been the end of that. She was
free of their idiocy just in time KakaKakarot to come back bearing the prick
Prince. He motioned her into his tent
and she followed, found that someone had been kind enough to clean it out and
there were seven cots left, a stack of clean and packed clothes. Nothing like what it was when he was the
inhabitant. And of course, Kakarot was
bruised from head to food. He dropped
the Prince on one of the cots and pulled his shirt off, tossed it to a
side. Picked up the container of salve
and handed it to her. Gave her that
cute pout that always won her over.

�So,
what did Bardock say?� she asked.
Dipped her fingers into the balm and spread it over his back. Wondered how it was that he could stand to
be this bruised all the time just for the sake of a vision that was supposedly
a fake anyway.

�That
Vegeta�s really the Prince that he said he was.�

Erg. Not good.
Her family pissing off the royalty was what got her dragged out of her
home and tossed in a barracks. Forty
days and an extremely painful sterilization process later, she was stuck
smack-dab in the middle of a majority male Third Class Division. Not taken under the wing of the Captain
exactly, but he seemed to like her, turned a blind eye when she beat the crap
out of the men that endlessly propositioned her. And the longer she had stayed here (ten years now) the more he
seemed to like her. And considering she
was not going anywhere any time soon, it was a pretty good thing to have the
Captain of your division on your side, and the two sons of that Captain in your
�yes I�ve fucked him� list. But now she
went off and insulted royalty, and that could mean yet another painful upset in
her life. �Great, guess that means
you�re not going to get into his stingy pants.�

�You
never know, I have my ways.�

�Maybe
he�ll wake you up one morning and you�ll fuck him before he even realizes what
he�s done.�

Kakarot
chuckled, turned; she set about spreading the cool salve on his chest and
arms. Looked at his stupid cute face,
and smiled. He said: �Maybe. One can only hope.�

�Yeah,�
she said, �It�s not that often that you get the chance to make royalty scream
your name.� She put the lid back on the
container, left him to find someone that wanted to get into his pants to finish
the job, and wiped her fingers on her pants.
Turned to leave, and heard the commotion start somewhere in the middle
of the camp. pan>

Felt
something weird. An explosion, and an
influx of energy like whatever would have happened was undercut, stopped
immediately. Kakarot was at her side in
an instant, and he pushed her out of the tent.
Behind him�surprise, surprise, the Prince was on his feet�was Vegeta,
looking like he recognized that weird ass influx.

The
three of them stumbled out into the yard, turned toward the middle of the camp
(that was to the left) and saw the four idiots�the very same she had beat up
earlier that day�standing around one fallen body. They were kicking at him�she assumed it to be a him from the way
it was radiating that strange power�and mocking it. Saying rude horrible things to it.

Like
�Suck my�� and �Kiss my�� And �Ain�t
you just so purty.� And the like.

She t tot to cross the open field and found that someone was already there,
radiating the exact same backwards power, like they would have exploded from
the energy they should have been giving off, but something had trapped it. This new someone had a large, flat plank of
wood, and they held it in one hand, swung the plank and smacked one of the
idiots straight up into the air.

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Krt: Gee, I
wonder who these new strangers are.

Vegeta:
Hn. Why did I smile?

Saima: Oh,
that was hilarious. Who are those two
strange men?

*theme to �Lone Ranger� plays. *

AHHHH! Time time time! *scrambles around picking up shirts and pants and shoes and
tossing them in the bag. * This is what
I get for procrastinating and waking up late!
Sheesh! Sorry everyone who
reviewed, I read what you said and I�m going to miss you guys so much and I
swear I�ll respond to you when I get back but I *trips on misplaced shoe and
falls on face * really have to finish getting ready. *ow. *
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