A King With Chaos | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2669 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sequel
to A Prince Among Men (henceforth known as APAM)
Side
Story to Family Therapy (which was a sequel to Group Therapy, Mental Therapy,
Cross-eyed, and Hormone Therapy.)
Things I figure I should say:
a.
I’m not sure that anyone would want me to own DBZ, DB or DBGT
because I’d probably do something really odd with it. Thusly, I have come to the sad conclusion that I will never own
it. No profit will ever be made. I’d really appreciate it if you would stop
rubbing it in.
b. Okay,
it’s not necessary to read all of the therapy fics, but it is necessary to read
APAM. Otherwise you might be
confused.
c.
AS USUAL, there is SEX, SLASH (homosexual sex, usually
descriptive like) SAIYANS (thusly, violence, bad language dirtiness, lewd
displays.) All my original
characters: Red, Goten, Lil’Geta,
Caradoc (sigh, yes he’s still alive) and Presta (as well as Bardock’s other son
Tuari.)
d. AU. Humor.
Sex. Saiyan home planet (which I
hear is named Vegeta-sei. Yay!)
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Well. The idiot ‘I know everything’ kid showed up
again, told him that he needed to find his brother, Caradoc, before something
‘catastrophic’ happened that would rend apart the royal line of the Saiyans
forever and damage the universe as they knew it. He told the kid to swallow his own fist. The kid told him that his brother was going
to find himself in a precarious situation that would prevent him from becoming
the King—ever—and that meant Vegeta would spend the rest of his life defending
his title and the lives of his… But
before they got to that part, the kid was tackled to the ground by two brightly
glowing Saiyan twins and the three of them disappeared.
So.
After
a lot of cussing, a round of ‘beat the shit out of the elites’ and a lot of
food, he found himself looking at his extremely naked mate. Who was sitting on the bed with his legs all
splayed open running his fingers over his newly formed extra part. When he saw Vegeta he looked up at him and
cracked a guilty smile.
“Feeling
better?” he asked, but he didn’t give a damn.
“Uh… You’re not a rabbit anymore.”
Rabbit? He rolled his eyes and felt his tail uncurl
from his waist, shucked his clothes off and walked over to the bed, looked at
Kakarot’s nakedness and took in the absolutely intolerable smell of his now
fully fertile mate. (Oh, some duke
fellow was going to be having kittens as soon as he heard about how Vegeta was
so manly and virile that he had managed to get another male pregnant. He would be known for this stunt the whole
rest of his life, the rest of history.
“Ready?” he asked, trusted the perpetually horny one to realize what he
was talking about as he climbed onto the bed and looked at the newly
constructed entrance.
“I
guess,” was the ever-confident reply.
Then Kakarot leaned back into the pillows and looked insanely
nervous. (Which, yeah, he ought to be
considering Vegeta had never even looked at a naked female in the past and this
new addition to the baka’s body made him part-female.) “Do you…uh…know what you’re doing?”
It
couldn’t possibly be that different than normal.
~~~***
Stupid
bitch. Stupid smelly, glowing,
irritating, overly-confidant, don’t you just want to slice the smile off my
face, bitch. He hated her. Really, really, really hated her. Hated her stupid hand that had been on his
back, hated her stupid power, hated the stupid language she shared with the
demi and the fact that SHE HAD INTERRUPTED HIM!
That
alone earned her a beating, but he left her be. They got out of the water, he pulled his pants on, looked at the
demi and at her, and they were so calm with each other and perfectly natural
being naked with one another, which was like jab to his ego, because that
little demi-nobody had somehow managed to get to the super-saiyan bitch.
“Come
on,” the blond-bitch said, “I was just supposed to round you morons up and take
you back to camp. We’re supposed to be
clearing out another section today.”
Like she had a fucking clue what they did. Or maybe she did. She
looked familiar, like that kid that had been with them in the beginning of his
intolerable stay, the one that was supd red responsible for the death of those
three rapists-idiots. (He doubted that
scrawny child had done that, but disputing meant beating and he left it be
then.)
“Whatever,”
he muttered, followed her and the demi was somewhere off to the side of them,
walking with a mix of confidence (if he had banged the blond he would be pretty
confident too) and uncertainty.
“Ahh…Caradoc,”
she said, looped an arm over his shoulder, “Subtlety will get you nowhere with
Gohan. He’s terrified of sex, you
know. I say tie him to the bed and
introduce him to the joys of saiyan sex.
His tail is very sensitive, you know, especially at the bottom.”
Tauri
appeared then, running up to them and he stopped, panted, and then looked at
the three of them, sniffed the air and glared at Caradoc. “Ah, darn,” he said—smirked—“You missed the
orgy again, Tauri!”
“Should
have been there,” Presta said. Giggled
and moved her arm from his shoulders to his waist, walked close to him and
emanated heat and the stink of fertility and that was mind-numbing to the point
where he was seriously considering tossing her to the ground and seeing how far
he could get before she killed him.
Felt her hip against him and wondered if she would even fight it, or
maybe she would shock the hell out of him and just let him do it.
“Oh. Ha.
Ha,” Tuari snapped, “As if troglodytes like you,” he said this to
Caradoc, “Would know what an orgasm was.
When was the last time you got laid, Caradoc?”
“I
don’t know Tuari, when was the last time you left my tent?” Licked his lips and smirked again when the
little cocky bastard sputtered and blushed and look at how offenthe the virgin-boy
was that his ass was put in places he did not want it to be. (Bardock might not mind him, Caradoc, now,
but that didn’t mean he wanted his son anywhere near him.)
“Snot,”
Presta said, “Don’t you have something you need to be doing?”
“Yeah,”
Tuari said, “Getting your late asses and reporting back to camp. Unless you want to spend your days in
confinement.” He turned, flashed them
his tail and then went running back to camp.
Stupid brat. All the Commander’s
sons were like that, supposedly. Spoiled
little snobs that thought they owned the whole damn place or some shit. As far as he knew the only one of those kids
that had the balls to back up their ‘superiority’ had been Kakarot and he was
the King’s Concubine now.
“Lets
go,” Gohan said, “We’ll beat him back to camp.” Then he grabbed Caradoc’s arm and Presta grabbed his other, they
lifted OFF the ground and into the air, FLYING!
~~~***
Right. Kakarot wasn’t a girl so he didn’t really
know what girls were used to, but somehow, he didn’t think that they would be
all ‘yay!’ about sex if it felt like that every time. He was sincerely wishing (as he sat in a
bath of all things) that every time they did it now didn’t feel like that
because he wasn’t so sure that he could just be all good-natured about getting
pounded into the mattress (normally a rather pleasant thing) if it involved the
oddness and the pain that this time had.
Not
to blame Vegeta because he hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, he had been almost as nervous as
Kakarot had and it had been him, stupid idiot baka that he was, that convinced
Vegeta that this whole fucking thing was now a necessity instead of just a fun
pastime. Stupid him.
Now
he was soaking away the ache in his body while Vegeta slept and wondering just
what in the hell he could do to make this experience more pleasant. His list was coming up awfully short. Next time they would just do it the same way
the always had sex, with lube and a lot of touching. His erection had best be getting attention the second time around
or he was going to put an end to this stupidity.
And
kill those two smirking twins.
Especially
the imp-one that flashed him that same shit-eating grin every time he saw him
like there was some cosmic joke that he wasn’t in on.yes"> “Shit.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Mwhahaha! Ten million points to she/he that knows who the ‘mysterious kids’
are. *wink *
C%'>Caradoc: Wow! I’m peter pan!
Presta: oi
Kakarot: GASP! Inot not be having
BAD SEX!
Vegeta: *sniffle * I have failed!
Lil’Geta: It’s probably Goten’s fault.
Goten: Hey!~
Gohan: *sneaks up all quiet, grabs Caradoc and drags him away without
making noise *
Jaygoose:
Revenge? Revenge for what dear?
Webtester01:
Lol. Yeah, Gohan might yet thank his brothers
instead of murdering them.
Macha:
Oooo. Pick a Saiyan I want to revive me… *gets all dreamy-eyed * … … …
Can they all do it? Like Goten
& Lil’Geta, Goku, Trunks and Vegeta?
Like just take turns? *plans
multiple deaths *
*pulls
out spell check that obviously never gets used on the actual story:* Philosophy.
Caradoc. ;) And yes, Gohan will prove that he is fully
capable of defending himself. Sometime
soon, I believe. *shudder * I’m being nice to him and it makes me scared… BUT, thankfully, in my ‘verse, Saiyaman
never existed.
Lenora:
Gasp! I seem to *sneeze * have a *sneeze again
* Allergy… *sneeze * to questions! *sneeze *
The mysterious guy morphed himself into mysterious guys! Gasp!
Mysterious twins! (That should
be explained in the next chap. I can’t
believe it’s chapter 5 already!)
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