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!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
“Oh,” the
second twin said, “You must be the stupid asses.” He kept his hand on his brother’s wrist and looked at them with
amazingly familiar black eyes. Hair
that was more flame than parted, but then Royal genetics were perfected and
they were very strong. But the height,
the width of the shoulders that was all from their mother.
“Stupid?”
Goten asked, feigned shock, “Why are we stupid?”
The
first brother—oh, he was the baby of the family you could tell, he was shaking
in his youth and it seemed that all the strength when to the big brother. But the kid looked at him and then shook his
head slowly: “You’re a stupid fuck, you
know,” he said, “A stupid, stupid, stupid fuck.”
“Why
do you want Caradoc back on the throne?” Vegeta demanded, “If you’re the King’s sons?”
“See?”
the older one said, “I told you they would recognize us.” Smirked.
“I’m Vegeta. King
Vegeta.” As if they were going to get
on their hands and knees and praise his uppity ass.
“I’m
Goten,” he said, “Son Goten.”
Then shook his head, “Does he have a name or should we just keep
referring to him as ‘tall kid’?”
Vegeta
(not his brother…welll…no, not his brother) gave him a glare. “His name is Gatta. You should probably call me something besides
Vegeta. Seeing how there are too many
of us.” He said this with a smirk in
the direction of his older brother, and ‘Geta didn’t even have to twitch,
didn’t even have to because they were wearing dampeners and their power levels
still outranked these little boys’.
“How
about Ta?” Vegeta said, crossed his arms over his chest and in that movement
proved just which set of twins looked more like the King. “And answer the question. Why did you want Caradoc on the throne?”
“We
don’t,” Gatta said. He looked down at
his wrist and sighed. “It’s too late
now. It’s started already…” Then looked up at them. “You did this. Did either one of you stop to think of the damage that you would
wreak on our world? You made our Mother
pregnant, sure, but at what cost? You
brought your stupid fucking demi-brother into our world and took away the only
assurance the throne has…”
“Shut
up, Gatta,” Ta said, yanked him back and the boy stumbled fell against the wall
and stayed there, behind his brother.
Hunched slightly and glowing.
“Fix our mother.”
Goten
blinked, looked at Vegeta then looked back at Ta. “And were you going to give me a clue as to what to fix or was it
pretty much I’m supposed to guess?” He
really hated uppity people. Like Ta was
all the shit because he had a throne.
Kid didn’t look like he could be a breath over fifteen years old. And for that matter, why in the hell were
their bite marks on their shoulders?
Claim-marks were always on the shoulder.
“They
cut us out of him,” Gatta whispered, “We wouldn’t come out. Mother spent tearsears in a regeneration
tank but he never woke up…” Shivered
behind his brother, and if Goten had to put money on which one of them was the
stronger he would have said Gatta. He
was the shy type, but if you pinned him up against the wall that kid would tear
your heart out and eat it.
“Well,
Fuck me,” Goten whispered, “Why do you suppose that was, Vegeta?” He turned and looked at his brother and
found that the staring match between the two Vegeta’s was still in full swing
so he ducked passedand and wrapped an arm around Gatta before either of the
older twins could say shit, pulled him out of the room and somewhere else where
they could talk about all this future bullshit without the interruption of
things liig big brothers.
~~~***
They
had beat Tuari. Beat him by at least
five minutes, reported to the commander, and now were pillaging. Literally, Gohan—the son of the savior of
the universe—was pillaging. Ripping the
dresser out of someone’s house and tossing the drawers around. Making them bust and break, and there was
the shriek for help, the cry of a child.
Others
were attacking the people, he settled for attacking the property. Had to fit in after all. (Sure, that’s what he told himself, but he
knew the truth. Rules were things that
his mother made, and this world there was no rules, there was no politeness,
there was no ‘GOHAN GO STUDY!’ This
world was about Saiyans.) He turned
toward the child, heard the sharp cry of real terror, and moved out of the
room, out of the house, into the dusty center of the town they were clearing
out. Saw a few of the bigger fucks
holding a little girl by the back of her head.
Blue-skinned little girl with big ears, but she was beautiful. Beautiful eyes and long, long legs. Her mother was beating at the man’s leg but
she was ignored.
“No,”
he whispered.
“Hey,”
that was Caradoc at his side, looking at him.
Presta glowing like a firefly and chucking the last of the furniture
into the open area, she stopped and looked too. “You can’t take him.”
“Fucking
watch me,” Gohan whispered, moved forward.
Moved like the twins moved, all speed and power and forgot all those
stupid rules and the stupid need to hide what he was feeling because this world
was strong enough to withstand something like him. In this world he wasn’t the freak. He was the norm.
Landed
his fist in the fat and muscle just under the ribcage and heard an exclamation,
heard the kid hit the ground and the rush of breath and scream of her
mother. Saw them run and pulled back,
kicked the bastard in the face and sent him flying.
“Gohan…”
Presta said.
“Shit,”
Caradoc whispered.
There
were more. There was always more than
one, like the idiots traveled in packs because it took more than one
super-naturally large man to hold down a tiny child and kill her. Or rape her. He didn’t give a fuck what that man thought he was going to do
with him, he wasn’t doing it now.
“Presta,”
he said in English, “What’s the law against beating the shit out of your fellow
3rd class?”
“If
they attack, there is no law,” she said in return. Moved closer to him and he floated there, felt his power level
fluctuating, ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Smirked a smile that would have made the
twin’s hoot and holler, and the idiot came back, running, slightly off balance
because his ear was bleeding.
“They’re
attacking,” Caradoc said.
“Good,”
he whispered.
Then
the impact of his fist and the stupid bastard’s ugly face, the satisfying
crackle of power around him, the sound of other fists and faces all around
him. One large hand on his leg and the
wash of hot breath on his skin but he turned kneed the second bastard with his
free leg. Smiled, moved away from
Caradoc and Presta and three of the morons followed, the huge one, the large
one and the midgety looking thing that was jumping and trying to catch him but
he couldn’t because he was so damn short.
Gohan
kicked the first one again, in the gut again, and then lower, kicked him right
between the legs were it hurt the most and knocked him straight up into the
air, followed him, kicked him square in the back and sent him flying face
forward into the trees around the village they were destroying. Then back down, grabbed the midget by the
tail and decided he’d use one of Vegeta (the Mother and Prince)’s moves. Spun the little one in circles until he felt
queasy and then released the tail, watched him go flying and the squeal, there
was a rather nasty shower of Saiyan-puke that covered all the ground he flew
over. Then he drifted back down and the
large idiot caught him around the waist.
“Forgot
me?”
“No,”
Gohan said.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
An ear-piercing scream of womanly terror, and his captor jerked them both back
to face where Caradoc was, half-kneeling next to a bloody-pants bastard who was
slowly sinking to his knees, two large hands clamped over what had once been
his manly pride, but from the looks of it had just been not-so-surgically
turned into something else.
Caradoc
stood up, flicked the blade clean of the idiot’s blood and sheathed it. “Any more?”
Gohan
found himself dropped and the the congregating idiots ran away. Back to camp or somewhere else, he didn’t
care, breathed out in a pant and smiled.
Felt andrenaline in his veins hot and heavy and it was sending his blood
through him hard and fast. Making him
shake with it, and Presta was standing there grinning and sweating,
tousled. Caradoc kicked the bleeding bastard
and moved away from him. All hot and
sweaty and breathing hard.
“Shit,”
Presta whimpered, “Shit.” Looked at
him. “Gohan?”
But
Caradoc got over to him first, bloody hand went around his neck, yanked him
down and he opened his mouth felt the tongue slip inside and the sharp teeth of
the second prince, shook with the throb of his heartbeat and sucked on the
man’s tongue, felt hard hands on his skin, the hard pant of their breath
through their kiss.
The
body pressed against his wasn’t all soft and smooth-skinned, it rippled with
muscle and power. He reached down and
pressed his hands over Caradoc’s ass (not that he had ever looked, but Vegeta
had a nice ass, the twins had a nice ass, and this man here, this man had a
fabulous ass) yanked him up hard against himself and pressed his own tongue
back against him. Felt the tail slide
between his legs and rub as Caradoc’s hips moved against his waist, the little
noises they made as they fought against one another, or for one another.
He
had no clue.
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