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A Prince Among Slaves	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Prince Among
Slaves

A DBZ Fanfiction

By Sefiru

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta/Raditz/Bardock

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, slavery,
incest, mpreg. This fic
contains consensual adult incest. You have been warned.

Zofo: heh, you know he can take it ^^ yep, Goku�s
getting knocked up.

luvenes: we all like
debauchery! Vegeta�s sensitivity will come up again later, for now it�s just a
bonus feature.

In this chapter: Bardock deduces
Vegeta�s ancestry, and Goku throws a party.

***

Chapter the Fifth

***

�� Ignoring the late hour, Bardock returned
to his room and turned on his computer. He pulled out a particular case of
discs: annual collections of news articles and broadcasts, bought every year
since he finished basic training. He stuck the disk from eighteen years ago in
the drive; a quick search turned up the articles about the King�s first birth.
The reports all agreed that, although there had been no problems with the
pregnancy, the infant died immediately after birth. Which on
its own was not all that suspicious. But then he opened Vegeta�s dossier
and compared his date of origin. It was only one day�s difference.

�� That was too close to be coincidence. The
King�s much anticipated heir was reported dead at birth; the following day, a
newborn slave child was delivered to an elite slave trainer � a slave who,
eighteen years later, bore an uncanny resemblance to the King. And since no
Elite worth his salt would ever admit to birthing a slave � As if that wasn�t
enough, several articles had photos of the King�s chosen sire, an Elite who shortly afterward fell out of favor and
disappeared from the gossip pages. He had Vegeta�s jaw line.

�� Bardock frowned. With the Elite attitude
towards slaves, it was a wonder that the kid hadn�t been killed in truth. But
he hadn�t, and Bardock was all but certain that he had the King�s son sleeping
on his landing. Always did dream of
fucking royalty. Not that it mattered much; slaves couldn�t inherit, and
since they were submissive to their bonded master, they could not rule. In the
feudal era, a slave of royal blood would have been bonded to another lord�s
heir to cement an alliance; a Lord�s bonded slave might sire his children and
scout for him in war. A bit of slave blood kept a bloodline strong. Today�s
sissified elites had forgotten about that, they had their slave children raised
by trainers and denied their place in the family, treated them as something
between livestock and furniture. Their loss.

***

�� Are you serious?� Goku
gaped at his father wide-eyed, toast halfway to his mouth. Vegeta, draped over
his back and shoulders, nibbled his ear.

�� Sounds plausible to me.�

�� Is that going to be a problem?� Bardock
asked. Vegeta gave him a cold look.

�� I have no loyalty to the class that threw
me aside like trash.� Then he grinned. �On the other hand, you all might enjoy
knowing that you�re plowing the royal rump.� He knew Goku
did, because he was getting hard.

�� You realize,� Bardock said, �that this
gives us an excuse to think up even more perverted things to do to you.�

�� Bring it on.� Vegeta licked the side of Goku�s neck, and then caught his hand (which was still
halfway between plate and mouth), pulled it up and helped himself to a bite of
toast.

�� Goku laughed.
�Right, now I know I�ve got to show you off to my work friends. I�ve been
talking about you, and they�re all curious.�

�� We have a party to plan, then.�

***

�� It was a simple after-work party. A dozen Saiyan warriors piled out of three cars in front of the
house, all with different hair lengths and patterns; there was one bony one
with no hair at all. They were all reservists, all part of Goku�s
construction squad, still dressed in heavy boots and safety orange jumpsuits
from work. Goku stuck his head in the door to make
sure Vegeta was ready, and then let them in. The first guests rushed into the
living room � and stopped short in the doorway. Vegeta lounged on the back of
the sofa, propped on one elbow, one knee raised, and his tail looped casually
over his ankles. �Greetings. I�m Vegeta and I�ll be
your entertainment for the evening.�

�� The warriors stumbled as the guests
behind them pushed them into the room. Their blood was clearly not flowing to
their brains at the moment. Vegeta stayed in his pose until everyone had come
in; then he uncoiled and slinked through the group to Goku.
He slung an arm around his master�s neck and purred, �How would you like to
have me?�

�� He already knew, in general, what Goku intended to do. They�d gone over the plan together,
borrowed Bardock�s mounting bench, and Goku had described the toys he was going to use, but he
hadn�t let Vegeta see them. Now Goku smirked and
nodded at the X-rack that was set up in front of the fireplace. Vegeta leaned
against it, and Goku started to bind him in place.
�What do you think, guys?�

�� He�s awesome,� said one with
shoulder-length wavy hair.

�� And we can pretend we�re fucking the
King,� the bald one added. �It�s like a cheap porn novel.�

�� Invasion of the Palace,� a third warrior
leered. Vegeta winked at him.

�� Why, whatever shall my ransom be?�

�� You�ve got a pretty smart mouth there, Princey,� said shoulder-hair.

�� I�ll bet I�m smarter than you.�

�� He says, while totally helpless.� Goku lit the fireplace with a twist of paper and a ki
flare; Vegeta felt its warmth against his back. Then he tied a blindfold over
Vegeta�s eyes. Vegeta took a deep breath; he wasn�t tied as tightly as the last
time, but he still couldn�t see, and it made him nervous. At the same time, it
was a tremendous turn-on.

�� From the scent of the room, he wasn�t the
only one. �Gentlemen, pick your weapons,� Goku said.
Vegeta knew that he�d uncovered a tray of massage implements � but he didn�t
know what kind; he had resisted the urge to peek. So he twitched hard when a
disk of smooth, cool stone touched his skin. It seemed to be a roller; it
rolled from his hip up his side to his armpit, and along the inside of his arm.
His lifetime habit of never showing reaction was all that kept him silent. It
wouldn�t last.

�� The stone roller went away, and was
replaced by a tuft of fur; it ran circles around his stomach. He purred under
his breath. Then one that was smooth and slightly bumpy, like the bark on a
twig. The one after that was covered in blunt little spikes like a horse
chestnut shell; he squeaked. Each warrior�s item was different � carved wood, a
brush of stiff bristles, fine chain wrapped around a spindle, a silk ribbon �
and one by one they whittled down his control. His skin warmed from the
touches, and he writhed against the frame. And then all the warriors attacked
him together, and he screamed under their weapons of sensation. Not knowing
where the next touch would be, or what it would feel like, was enough to take
him to the edge and over it.

�� As he gasped for breath after his climax,
there was a clatter as the warriors set down their tools, and then a rustle as
they discarded their clothes. Vegeta knew what came next; his tail was already
lifting in anticipation. His shackles were opened, his blindfold came off � and
then Goku shoved him face down over the cylinder
bench. He looked at the circle of naked, hard warriors around him. �So, who�s
on first?�

�� He didn�t see which one grasped his hips
and impaled him, but those were the last coherent words to leave his mouth for
a long time. There was no room in his mind for anything but the shaft that plowed
him, poured seed into him, pulled away only to bereplaced
by another. And another. He watched the other warriors
palm their cocks as they waited their turns, grinning as they listened to his
cries. By the time all of them had had him, the first one was ready to go
again; he lost count of how many times they took him, of how many times he came
under their thrusts. Seed ran down his thighs, saliva dripped from his mouth,
sweat coated his skin. It was hours before the last guest collapsed on the
couch in exhaustion. Vegeta rolled off his bench onto the floor. Now that�s what I call a successful party.

***

Don�t I wish I had that much
stamina for anything!

So Vegeta the slave is also Vegeta
the Prince. I think that�s a kink of its own right there �

Next chapter: Goku
goes into heat. Nuff said. �
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