Damn Traditions

Well, here is another piece of this story. I am so in awe that so many like this, and I thank you so much! I never imagined it would be liked like this. This might take a little while and I’m not sure how long it will be, I hope you continue to enjoy the ride

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Vegeta walked into his father’s office angrily after barging through the guards attempting to keep him out.

“So you’re back. I thought you might have spent a little more time there.”

“I picked a woman, that’s why you sent me there. And I fucked my mate as often as I could. Again as you wanted.”

“I thought you said you enjoyed that?”

Vegeta ignored that as he flung himself into a seat. “I still don’t like these damn traditions. I have no need of a wife, I don’t want one.”

“Well you are taking one, for the good of the planet. Frieza must not learn about how we are maintaining our birth rate. If you manage to impregnate your mate, we will make it seem as if your female is pregnant.”

“Why is so important? He’s not that powerful is he?”

“The bastard wants to take the rule of our planet from us. He wants to use us. He says he has the power in himself to destroy our world, but there is something holding him back. I am trying to broker a deal where we will work for him, but remain in charge of our world.”

“What kind of deal?”

The King straightened and did not answer. Then he asked, “You brought the female back with you?”

Vegeta noticed the evasion of his question. “Of course. I let the female come on my ship. She had a child to one of your nobles five years ago, that is the only reason I chose her. I have no other interest in her, and that includes bedding her.”

“You are a fool, that was the whole point of taking a female. She will be your wife and you will bed her, if your third class mate does not become pregnant, then you will try with her as well.”

“Why should I? Why don’t you bed the females any more?”

The King tried to avoid answering, but with his son glaring at him, he realized he would have to answer. “Fine. Call it the price of leadership, but I have a problem… maintaining… myself. Since the deflowering issue I’ve been having… I can’t keep it up, literally.”

“Oh,” said Vegeta. I wondered why you stopped the deflowering even before making it a law.”

“It was a good excuse. I’ve not taken a bedmate in a very long time, son. The strain of governing this world is not an easy one, something you should get into your head if you are to rule after me. Now if you will excuse me, I will inform the other nobles that you have chosen to take a wife and we will get things moving.”

“Ah, yes father,” said Vegeta getting up and leaving. He wanted a drink now, maybe several, and someone to fuck, because he was glad he still could.

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“Your Majesty,” the female said as the King came into her room.

“Aspaga, it’s good to see you again.”

“I doubt that,” she answered. “I recall our last meeting involved a very loud argument about sending us off planet. Now I’m back where I started.”

“Not quite, now you are to become a Princess, wife to my son.”

“But not mate, he spelled that out as loudly, perhaps louder than you.”

The King smirked, “You can produce a child for him?”

Her eyes narrowed, “I would try, I had a son to Turnick five years ago. Who is to say I cannot do so again.”

“Turnick and others have been visiting you over the last five years; there has been no issue from you or any of the other females.”

“Your son is younger than the other nobles. Very virile from what I saw of him. Seemed he paid more attention to that third class servant of his that he sent there. What did he do, mate the kid?”

The King could not help the fact that he reacted. She saw it too.

She laughed, “So that’s it, he mated that third class and you had him sent to that planet to get him out of the way. You’re hoping he can have a child to that – that creature! Marrying me to him then making me the mother of a third class’s bastard!” Her voice has risen the angrier she got.

“Exactly, and you will play your part in this. I sent the other females away because I didn’t want them killed by the Icejins. If you become wife to Vegeta they won’t think about touching you. Frieza wants to get rid of us, but he will use us as long as he can. He must not learn our secrets, and the third class carriers are the only way we have to survive now. Breeding them to our strongest will make for stronger Saiyans, and if any of them can breed us females then we will all be better off. The boy Vegeta mated is of good stock, from some of our best third class fighters, virtually equal to the second class I hear about his father and brother. And from training on that world, Vegeta’s mate has been shown to be as good as the guards there… if not better than some.”

“I will not take second place to a third class,” she insisted.

“And you won’t, not here anyway. But if he bears a child you will be quiet. You will act as if it is your own, nannies can take care of the rest.”

She sighed heavily, “I will be named Princess?”

“Of course, you will be the bride to a Prince.”

“Very well, I will of course obey my King.”

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“I thought there were only supposed to be three replacements, this trip,” said the guard as the eight men came out of the ship from home.

“Change of plans, some of these are here to return to the male to the palace.”

“If that is true then you will show me the King’s orders, because nothing short of that will get me to release him to you.”

“Oh damn,” said the other as he swung around and took the guard out in one blow.

He turned to the others who were taking out any other guards in the room. He chose two, “I want you to find Bardock’s boy and bring him back here as fast as possible.”

They nodded and hurried off. The leader stayed behind and supervised hiding the bodies of the guards they had knocked out. They would have to be bound so that they could make their escape.

The two ran off, knowing where the females were quartered, they avoided that place. Instead they headed for the training ground where their information said the young third class had been spending a lot of his time. They arrived in time to see him on the ground surrounded by three of his training partners. He was on his hands and knees gasping for air.

“Hey Kakarott, are you all right? I didn’t think I hit you that hard,” pleaded one of the men around him.

“Hey, I’m…I’m okay. Must have eaten too much for lunch. I just felt sick all of a sudden. You didn’t get a hand…. on me, .like usual.”

The men around him laughed except the one who had been training with him.

“Very funny, Kakarott.” But he held put his hand and helped the third class to his feet.

Kakarott rose, but was still unable to straighten himself, holding onto his stomach.

“Look that’s enough for today. The rotation is arriving today, I’d best go and see to that,” said the obvious leader of the training guards.

The others nodded as did Kakarott, and he walked slowly back to his own quarters, unknowing that he was being followed.

He made it to his room and sat gingerly on the bed, he still felt queasy, but he was sure the other hadn’t hit him; he had gotten too good for that now.

“Kakarott, you are to come with us, we’re taking you home.”

“What, who are you, you aren’t people I know.”

“We are friends of your father.”

“My father?” he got to his feet forgetting his hurting stomach, he doubled over. “Damn.”

“We have to go now.”

“Why didn’t he come and get me?”

“Look, we don’t have much time; we have to get out of here before the ship with the rotating guards gets here.”

“But—“

“No buts, do you want to stay in this prison forever.”

“Prison? I like it here, the treat me well and I get to train.”

“And the Prince gets to fuck you whenever he wants and you have no say in that.”

Kakarott opened his mouth, then decided he had no answer to that. Since the Prince’s last visit he was well aware of what the Prince wanted to do. Of course he was pretty sure he wanted it too at the time.

“We must go,” pleaded one of the pair.

Kakarott nodded and slowly got to his feet still holding onto his stomach. One of the pair came over and helped him along. Then they hurried off to the awaiting ship. As they did so, Kakarott saw them dragging the leader’s body away to be hidden.

“Wait, is he going to be okay? He has been good to me.”

“He’ll be fine, he and the others will be found when the other ship gets here,” said the leader of his rescuers. ”I am Parzanip, a friend of your father’s we must go now, the other ship is nearly here and we must not be seen.”

Again Kakarott nodded. Parzanip noticed his hunched over attitude. “Is there something wrong?”

“I overate before training today.”

“”Fine, well you’ve got plenty of time to relax on the way to where we are going?”

“Where are we going? I thought you were taking me home.”

“No right away, the King will want to find you so we have to lay low for a bit.”

Kakarott didn’t seem too happy with that, but if he got to see his family again, he wasn’t that bothered.

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The King was pacing when Vegeta entered his office, meaning this was not a good sign.

“You sent for me father?”

“I have had news from the female’s planet. A group of third class idiots came their and snatched your mate.”

“What!”

“We have not been able to learn where they have taken him, only that they did not return here.”

“Damn it. Why the hell would he go with them, he knows he is my mate.”

“Why wouldn’t he? I’m pretty sure those imbeciles that took him have told him what being your mate entails.”

“He seemed to enjoy our last get together.”
“Yes, but I have no doubt they’ve told him a few facts of life concerning him.”

“When he goes into season they’ll have enough trouble on their hands, and if any of them so much as touch him…”

“I have to keep Frieza occupied; he is very interested in your upcoming nuptials. I think it best that you visit your mate’s father; he might know the whereabouts of his son. Don’t kill him…he may not be a bearer like his son, but I need the defensive power the third class gives us, at the moment we cannot lose any of our soldiers. We must show a strong force in front of Frieza. I’ve already warned you about him learning our secrets. We need your mate; you will have to convince him of that.”

The King had stopped his pacing and moved back to his seat. Vegeta shook his head, clearly not happy with his assignment. Not happy that his mate had left his comfortable arrangements with other thirds class idiots…

TBC