Survival of the Fittest

Survival of the Fittest continued….
By Fyrbyrd

“Oh Nappa I’m so glad you’re back I have some wonderful news,” began Raditz as his mate entered their rooms. But then he was the grave look on his face. “Nappa?”

He could see that his mate was excited when he came in, and knowing his news was not good decided to see what Raditz had first. “Sorry, bad day. What is your news?”

“I’ve been to see the medic today. Nappa, I’m pregnant.”

Nappa rose to his feet, this was great news indeed. He couldn’t be more pleased with his mate. He pulled him into his arms and showed him just how pleased he was. But then he forced him down onto the sofa and put a hand on his shoulder. “And after that I have some bad news.”

“Did the Prince deny our request?”

“No. No, he would have allowed it.”

“Would have?” Raditz was worried now and tensed up.

Nappa raised his eyes to look into his mate’s eyes. “A rogue escaped a facility where he was being kept… Apparently he is in heat. Raditz, he broke into a camp…” he lowered his eyes then.

Raditz gripped his arm tightly, “You don’t mean… Nappa, no, not Kakarott!”

Nappa shook his head, “I’m sorry. He is one of those known to be captured along with fifteen others by Broly.” He lifted his eyes again, “Raditz, Broly is a Super Saiyan, a Legendary. No one has been able to get near the barracks Broly and the boys are in, his power protects him.”

“What will happen to him? You said this Broly was in heat…is he, is he using the boys?”

“From what I have been told, yes.”

Raditz let go of him and sat there stunned.

“Broly is not stable. His father has had him locked up most of his life. It is only recently that he was found to be the Legendary. Now I am going to go and see what I can find out what’s going on. You are to stay here,” he said when he saw his mate moving to come with him. “I mean it Raditz, stay. I’ll find out what is going on.”

“But will they even care about the boys? Third class boys who may have lost their only chance to mate.” Raditz got to his feet. “It’s all my fault too; I wanted him close and look what happens.”

Nappa took hold of his mate, “Stop it. It’s not your fault.”

“But I had my brother brought here, to give him a better chance, and now it’s all ruined.”

Nappa shook his mate, “I said stop it. Whatever happens we will deal with it. Now stay here, I’ll be back.” He let go of Raditz and left, his mate collapsed on the couch miserable.

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Kakarott watched as the huge man approached them, he pushed the others behind as they whimpered and cried in their fear. He was afraid too, very afraid, the boys Broly had already taken had not moved after the man was through with them. There was no way to fight him, the golden glow still surrounded him and he only cared about one thing. Kakarott cowed as much as the others as Broly approached, he cried out in fear as his arm was snatched. It was instinct that made him try to pull away, but he wound up being dragged. He snatched at anything to try and stop being pulled to where Broly wanted him. Broly pulled him until he dangled, tears were falling from his eyes as the man tossed him onto the mattresses and lowered himself. Kakarott jumped when the big man clutched his hips, he still tried to grab at anything to get away, but it was way too late, the next moment he screamed as the man tore into his body with his huge cock.

He had never experienced such pain before, just a few thrusts had him gasping for breath, and he was crying outright, gripping the mattress hard, wishing it would be over soon, but Broly seemed relentless. Kakarott begged silently for it to end, the pain to go away. Perhaps he would join the others and never know pain or humiliation ever again. But then something happened that sent Kakarott seeing white and a surge of pleasure ran through his entire body. It happened again and again, him not believing that anything could feel so good. The tension had left his body as Broly continued to fuck him hard, taking and giving unexpected pleasure, until Kakarott felt his own body react as he came, drawing Broly to his own soon afterwards.

Kakarott could not remember the man pulling out of him, nor being shoved aside to land beside one of the other boys. All he could hear was another of the boys screaming and crying as Broly dragged him to the mattresses to continue his raping spree. Moving stiffly he reached for the boy and tried to find a pulse. There was none, he saw the others not far away, and did the same to them. Only one had a pulse, but it was faint and Kakarott had no idea how to help him even if he could.

Broly had been pumping away at the other boy when he suddenly stopped. It appeared that someone was trying to break in. He shoved the boy away and rose to his feet looking towards the ceiling. He lifted a hand and the single beam of power he had used before burst from it and shot through the ceiling. They heard a cry and an explosion, and then little pieces of destroyed flesh rained down on the roof. Another beam was sent off, but apparently the attackers had gotten the hint and moved off. He turned towards where the doors.

“Broly, please my son, come out, let me help you.”

He shot a blast though the doors. “Damn it son, you almost hit me.” He repeated his action. All was quiet.

Broly turned his eyes to where Kakarott lay, “You drag one of them here.”

Kakarott was too scared not to obey and got shakily to his feet, leaned down and grabbed a hold of one of the bodies and did as he was told.

Broly pointed to the huddled boys and pointed at the one called Krezz, “Help him.”

Krezz scrambled to help Kakarott. As they were dragging the dead boy, Broly pulled the beds away from the door, and opened one of them with his power. Once the boys were near him, he told them to drop the boy and go for one of the others, and then he easily lifted the body and tossed it out carelessly. He continued until all four bodies were gone, then he slammed to door shut and recovered it with the bed frames.

He turned back and grabbed a hold of Krezz before returning to the mattresses and pushing Krezz down to take him. The other boy he had not finished with had scrambled back to the others and Kakarott joined them.

“How did you do it?” one of the boys asked of Kakarott.

“Do what?”

“Survive,” said another.

“What we did before… that helped, and I learned to relax, I think that helped too.” He didn’t say anymore, just picked up a blanket to wrap around himself. He tried to wipe away at the cum that had run down the back of his legs, but it had dried too much.

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“Paragus, this is not working. All he does is attack anytime we come near, who knows how he can tell where our people are. And those boys are all dead; he has twelve more in there, what happens when he rapes them to death as well?”

“I don’t know how he is able to do anything; perhaps it has to do with the Super Saiyan powers. As for his heat, I don’t know, he’s come to it late; you know how messy that can be at times.”

“If this is what happens to Super Saiyans, we would be better off without them. I must report this to the Council.” The man left Paragus to his drink in the mess hall where the security detail had taken over. The rest of the camp had been evacuated, the boys being shifted out of the city, as were any other camps in the city.

Paragus did not know what to do. His son was ignoring them because all he was interested in was the boys he had captive. Going anywhere near the barracks the smell of sex was strong, as was the golden glow from within. Broly had remained in the Super Saiyan state since he had escaped.

When the man returned, Paragus said, “What if I tried to go in there? I don’t think he would attack me, especially if you don’t attack at the same time, maybe I could find a way to reason with him.”

The man nodded, “It seems a chance at least. I’ve heard the Council is thinking of attacking with their best Elites that means they won’t take him alive. So if you want your son to live, you had better succeed.”

Paragus gulped down his drink and got to his feet. He straightened his clothes and gathered his courage. Broly scared even him he was so unpredictable, but if he could get him out at least the boy might survive and he could get the mind control in place to keep the boy in control. Moving as close as he could to the barracks, Paragus came to a stop. No other warriors were near him, they were well back.

“Broly, it’s me son. Will you let me speak with you?”

He could hear his son grunting away, he was still in his rut and even though he’d been in there nearly a week, it seemed some of the boys had at least survived. Three more had been tossed out a few days previous, all dead. That left him with nine. They had not attacked him since the boys had been thrown out, because nothing had been working. The Council was still to make their final attack decision, which would undoubtedly kill some if not all of the boys left with Broly. Losing any bearers was not a good option, even damaged ones as these would be.

“Come on Broly, I am alone. Let me talk to you, please son.”

He heard his son growl out at the same time as a boy whimpered, then a few minutes later the bed frames screeched away from the doors and one of them opened. Paragus waited to make sure, and then he saw his son dragging a boy by the leg, and watched in dismay as he was tossed out where previous dead ones had landed, another one soon followed. Then Broly nodded and he moved up the few steps as Broly and his helpers moved away and he moved up the few steps to inside the barracks.

Paragus wanted to gag on the stench of sex, he looked over at the center of the room which was covered in mattresses, there lay the five of the surviving boys, some appeared to be sleeping. He unhooked a bag he had over his shoulder, “I have food.”

Broly nodded to one of the boys standing next to him who moved over to take the bag, he moved stiffly and he looked so tired, and yet he was still on his feet, despite anything Broly had done to him. He took the bag to Broly who took a quick glance into it before nodding to the boy to feed the others. As they took the food, they tore into it ravenously.

The door had closed behind Paragus, the frames pushed back into place. Broly stood naked and erect, eyeing his father and placing himself between him and the boys. He watched as Broly seemed to have some sort of silent control over his little harem. He nodded to one of the taller boys who helped one from the floor and into the showers. He was at least keeping them clean, but then their fear of him had given him complete control over them. He nodded to the other tall boy who moved over to him. Paragus watched as the boy knelt down on the mattresses and Broly bent down over him, entering him. “Speak,” he said to his father as he took the boy.

Paragus was shocked to see his son mounting the boy in front of him. “Broly, you must stop this, let the boys go.”

Broly shoved hard into the boy making him whimper and cry, “Mine, they are mine.”

“They are children; they are not old enough for this. They aren’t old enough to be mated yet.”

“Mine. My mates. Give me babies.”

Again Paragus was shocked, he looked around at the boys, and they stared at him apathetically. Then he looked over at his rutting son, the golden aura still surrounding him. He saw the pair return from the showers, the one laid down because he could barely walk anymore, the other moving over near to Broly to sit near him, picking up his limp tail to caress it. None of the boys was able to wrap their tails about their bodies anymore.

“Broly, they are just boys, don’t you understand, they shouldn’t be able to give you babies.”

Broly pulled at the hair of the boy he was servicing, “My boys, they’ll give me babies,” he ran his hand down the boy’s face, pushed his fingers into the mouth where they were suckled on, “See, happy with me, this one my favorite, I like to fuck him.” He pulled his fingers from the boy’s mouth grabbed his hips and pumped into him harder. The boy cried out, but seemed also to be pushing back onto Broly, before Broly cried out and released into him. He collapsed a little on the boy’s back before pulling out and letting the boy roll to the side. Broly sat back and looked at his father, “Go, bring back more food for us later.”

Paragus knew he was not going to be able to reason with his son, he took one last look at the remaining boys, before heading for the door, which Broly cleared and opened for him. He saw Broly pull up another boy and position him before mounting him as the opening closed behind him.

There was a stern looking short man waiting for him with crossed arms when he returned to the staging post. Paragus knew who he was and moved to bow before him.

“So?” demanded the Prince.

“He will not listen to reason. He believes the boys are his mates now and all he wants is to impregnate them.”

The bigger man beside the Prince stepped forth, “The boys, how are they?”

“Tired, but they are still alive, though I don’t think a couple of them will last much longer. They aren’t fighting him, they are letting him take them as he will, but they are only boys. They tore into the food I brought them, and he wants more.”

“Has he marked any of them?” asked Vegeta.

“Not that I could see, but their tails, I think he has broken all their tails.”

Nappa winced, no wonder they wouldn’t fight him in any way.

“There are two still on their feet, they seem to be helping the others. And Broly, he is still golden, after all this time he still holds it.”

Vegeta sneered; it should have been him, not this insane idiot. “I will tell my father and the Council of what you have said and what I have seen. If you cannot get him out of there, we will challenge him, and we will kill him.” He turned abruptly and moved off; Nappa had to rush to catch up with him,

“Ah Sire, my mate’s brother is one of those still in there.”

“Then I would tell your mate to forget him, if he survives he will be nothing. He can never make the arena now.”

Nappa slumped; Raditz was already blaming himself for having Kakarott brought to that camp. Like the Prince said he could never go to the arena now, he was no longer a virgin. The best he could hope for now was a bearer in the warrior camp, used by any soldier who wanted him, bearing child after child until they died, never seeing those offspring after birthing them because they would always be third class.

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Kakarott lay on the mattresses; Broly was still buried inside him as they lay on their sides. He had seen the golden aura wavering in the last few days since the father had visited; the rut was slowly coming to an end. Kakarott was weary, he had not slept much, he and Krezz were the only two Broly was using now. The others were too weak to take him anymore, and Kakarott believed one of them was already dead. Broly’s hand rubbed over his chest, playing lightly with his nipples and nuzzling at his neck. Kakarott responded by pushing back onto Broly and moaning at the nips on his neck. Broly groaned and grabbed a hold of Kakarott to roll onto his backside with Kakarott in his lap. He wrapped his large hand around Kakarott’s cock as he began to slowly pump into him, still licking and nipping at his neck, his other hand on Kakarott’s nipples. He had been fucking Kakarott for hours because the boy continued to respond to him when none of the others would. He would have to demand food for them, and then they would be strong enough to take him again. But right now, he had this one, his favorite. Perhaps he should go ahead and mark him as his first mate… He picked up the pace; enjoying as Kakarott mewled and whimpered with his touches, pushing back onto him as if he wanted more. Oh yes, this one was his, he pushed Kakarott’s head to the side, he bared his teeth as he leaned down into the juncture of the boy’s neck— He threw his head back and snarled pushing Kakarott roughly off of him. Kakarott crashed into the mattresses startled, but then he heard the blasts coming and he curled himself into a ball, his hands over his head. Above him Broly crashed through the roof and began to battle with the Elites awaiting him.

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Vegeta watched as the men he had hand-picked fought against Broly. When they had begun the attack, his power had seemed to have waned, but now, in battle, he was once more immersed in the gold aura with golden hair and lighter eyes.. They had tried to lead him away from the barracks, but he had only moved far enough to keep his so called mates, safe. He refused to go far from them, they were his and he was not going to let anyone take them from him.

They kept coming at him, trying vainly to draw him away, before regrouping with Vegeta. He ordered them to attack full out, it had gone on long enough, if stray attacks meant the loss of the bearers, and then so be it. Broly fought strongly, knocking most of them flying with just one attack. But they kept on coming en mass, they knew he had the superior strength, there was no denying that. He fought like the madman he was, one eye over the barracks that held his mates, wanting to keep them safe, so he could return to them once he was finished with these. And all the time Vegeta watched, watched his men plummet to the ground causing deep holes when they hit like rockets, watched as none of them seemed able to get a single blow on him. There were twenty of them, and it seemed Broly was going to defeat them all without so much as a scratch.

Vegeta nodded down to Nappa who was on the ground with another set of Elites. Nappa led them towards the barracks; they were to get the boys out while Broly was preoccupied.

Somehow Broly knew their intent, he pulled a vast ki ball out of nowhere and downed the remaining fighters in one go, before zooming down to the barracks to throw another at Nappa and those with him. They literally rolled and crashed away into the other buildings.

“MINE, MY MATES,” roared Broly as he flew above the barracks.

Vegeta flew forward, “Then I challenge you to fight me.”

Broly looked him over and laughed, “Challenge me little man? Take my mates from me?”

“Yes,” answered Vegeta who then proceeded to power up. Of all the other Elites, he was by far the strongest and he was determined to prove that.

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Revised January 23 2011