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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

By Sefiru

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Pairings: Kakarott x Vegeta

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, anal, oral,
BDSM, bondage, violence, language, pure evil.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott. Long
live the King.

Fly: You�re about to find out what V gave K �

Starlight_dragon: you do realize that saying a
character is �supposed to be� something is a great reason *not* to do it that
way, right?

Macha: It�s like bubble wrap, only better. And while
I�m not a fan of goodbyes either, remember: without them, you couldn�t have
reunions. ^_^

Double update: Enough Time also has a new chapter this week.

In this chapter: Kakarott gets Vegeta�s gift, and summons
the Vegetasei Dragon.

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Chapter 5: The Third Dragon

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�� Kakarott stood
watching until the starship left his perception. His mate and his son were
flying off into the unknown, and he was left to wonder when they would return;
it was a novel sensation for him, since usually he was the one haring off on
some half-baked quest. He turned to Bardock standing beside him. �How is the
hunt for the Dragonballs going?�

�� We have two to
go. It�s not like we have to fight anyone over them.� He stared in the
direction the ship had gone. �That makes three. It doesn�t get any easier.�

�� Yeah.�

�� Raditz was five years old. You were five weeks. At least
this one knows what he�s getting into.�

�� And we�ll keep
the planet in one piece for them, right?�

�� Right. Catch you later, son.� They parted at the edge of
the field, and Kakarott IT�d home to see what kind of
present Vegeta had left him.

�� There were
actually two gifts waiting on his desk, the box from Vegeta and a watermelon
from Gohan. He cut a wedge with his ki and bit into it as he examined the box. The note on top
said simply, �Something to practice and something to relax with.� He took the
lid off. Inside lay a leather whip, coiled; that must be the practice. He
lifted it out and fingered it. Vegeta in pain was the single most
heart-stopping sight he had ever seen, and he could not imagine anything hotter
than the way his mate � regularly � offered himself for it; it was a temptation
he could never resist. He would be diligent in mastering this technique. The
other thing in the box was a book. He flipped it open at random and nearly fell
out of his chair. The book was full of pictures. Of Vegeta.
And what pictures they were.

�� Here was Vegeta
lying on his side, silhouetted against a sunset. Crouching on his knees, eyes
slyly aside as he licked his index finger. Hiding behind a
bush so that only his hair and tail showed, with the caption �guess who.�
In the aftermath of a spar, panting and bloody, glaring into the camera with
unbowed ferocity. Gods, if he could dive into the picture and
ravish him then and there. He closed the book with a chuckle. Something to �relax,� indeed.

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�� Seven golden Dragonballs lay on the table in front of Kakarott. They
were no larger than his fist, smaller than either the Earth or Namek balls, which probably meant that they were weaker
than both. Around him stood Bardock, Trunks and Goten
who had worked so hard to find them; Mirai and
Vegeta-jii; and various clan chiefs and guildmasters. Bulma was getting
late into her pregnancy and couldn�t attend, but Piccolo had shown up with a
camera and some measuring devices. Kakarott thought that was overly optimistic
of him.

�� Koshu koshokubu
boshukan sho!� The
last syllable shuddered in the air and the sky turned dark. A massive scaled
form appeared above them. It looked much like Shenron,
snaky and green � but its horns were much shorter, and where Shenron had a modest teal fringe down its neck, this dragon
had a veritable mane, its eyes nearly hidden by long straw-gold bangs. With scarlet tips. Curled.

�� Greetings, mortals! I am Koshubu,
your friendly neighborhood eternal dragon!� It looked down at its foot, which
had crushed the table that held the Dragonballs.
�Oops. Aim needs a little work, there.�

�� Kakarott blinked.
�You�re not quite what I expected from a dragon.�

�� Oh, you mean
those two old stick-in-the-muds?� Koshubu laughed.
�They forgot how to have a good time aeons ago. Now
did you have a wish or did you summon me just to admire my figure?�

�� Actually, we�d
like to know your nature.�

�� My nature? I am the Dragon Koshubu,
eighteen thousand years old, philatelist, wrestler and five time winner of
Dragon Magazine�s sexiest scales award.� It struck a pose and flicked its bangs
with a foreclaw. �Old Por-poise
was surprised when I won this gig, but I�m more than just a pretty face; the
other candidates didn�t stand a chance. Hya!� Koshubu writhed in what was
obviously a Dragon-style wrestling throw; the impact caused an earthquake that
knocked all the lesser beings off their feet. �Sorry. Any
other questions?�

�� Kakarott dusted
himself off. �How many wishes do we get, and what are the restrictions?�

�� Ah, yes.
Currently it�s one wish per year. Restrictions, the usual, I can�t kill anyone,
I can�t do anything to a person without their consent, and I can�t revive
someone who died of natural causes. Not that that�s a big problem around here.
I can revive one person per wish, within ten years of death, no matter where
they died, and they appear here. Oh, and one new rule: you can�t make a wish
that affects yourself.�

�� Interesting. As Kakarott thought about that, Goten called out, �Who�s your Guardian?�

�� I haven�t got
just one; they tend to die at inconvenient times. As long as there�s a Saiyan alive in the universe I�ll exist, and the more Saiyans there are, the stronger I get. This is fun, it�s like a press conference! Next
question!�

�� How many Saiyans are there right now?� Bardock called.

�� One thousand one hundred and sixty-three. Next! You, Namek-dude.�

�� What are your
measurements?�

�� Half the Saiyan contingent burst into giggles. Koshubu
just smirked. �Now, now, I never tell anyone that until the third date.� The
Dragon brought its head down to rake Piccolo with one blood-red eye: �Actually,
you�re pretty cute for a mortal.�

�� Piccolo started
backing away slowly, and Kakarott fought to keep a straight face. Mirai said, �Playing hard to get?� The Namek
just spluttered.

�� So, is anyone
going to make a wish?�

�� Kakarott looked
over at Bardock, Goten and Trunks. �You three
collected them.� They put their heads together briefly and then Trunks
announced,

�� I wish for a
barrel of chocolate ice cream!�

�� Koshubu snapped its fingers and a barrel popped into
existence. �First wish, complete! Catch you later.� It
blew a kiss at Piccolo as it disappeared. The sky returned to normal; the Dragonballs leapt into the air, and Goten
pounced on the four-star ball to keep it from escaping. Following family
tradition? The boys formed leaves into cones and started handing out the ice
cream. Piccolo, looking rather pale, sat on a rock muttering, �please tell me it was joking.� Kakarott and Bardock stood
off to one side.

�� You couldn�t
wish to revive one of your teammates.�

�� I wouldn�t have
anyway. Maybe it�s better to let the past be. I couldn�t find them in Hell.�

�� Ah.� Kakarott
watched the chief of the metallurgy guild gravely accept a serving of ice cream
from Goten. �Koshubu isn�t
anything like the other Dragons. But I kind of like him.�

�� Yeah. And now we�ve got a bit more info for our questers.�

�� True. Come on, lets get some ice cream.�

***

Koshubu, the playboy Dragon. I�m going to have fun with this one.

Next chapter: Vegeta is having a hard time on his mission;
the first lost fleet, and a long-distance lemon.
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