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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: Thank you, as always, for your review.

Irol: glad you liked him. ^^

Starlight_dragon: There are just under 600 Saiyans on Vegetasei right now,
and the rest are on the various colony fleets.

Pun_xy: Yeah, I wanted Koshubu
to be totally different from the other Dragons. We�ll be seeing him again.

Macha: Hey, he�s just another nut for the peanut
gallery! Just so you know, the chapters will alternate
between Vegetasei and Vegeta�s ship until the last
part of the story.

In this chapter: Vegeta is stressed out by the rigors of
space travel, and Kakarott has a way to help him out.

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Chapter 6: Changes

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�� The outbound
journey is smooth, safe, and interminable. Routine ship�s maintenance, day
after day; within a week the crew has their jobs well in hand and nothing to
occupy them. Not even a pirate attack or subspace anomaly to break up the
monotony. I�m not in much better case, having nothing to do but eat, sleep,
train, and stamp on flaring tempers caused by boredom. All that stress demands
some outlet; I�ve had to ration the bubble wrap.

�� Being back on a
starship is weird. I keep expecting Raditz to come
around the next corner. Or Nappa.
Or even worse, Zarbon. Ick. I
step tighter and my tail clenches around my waist. I become close-mouthed and
surly even towards people I like. I know Gohan is
worried, but he�s used to this; it�s how I was before � before Kakarott, before
Earth. I hate it. Every night I wrap myself in my fur blanket and bury my nose
in it, shuddering as the built-up tension leaves me, but even so my dreams are
unsettled. Often I start awake in the middle of the night as if I had sensed an
intruder, although no one is there. It�s a relief when we finally reach the
first rendezvous point.

�� At last,
something to do. Just for the heck of it I order the ship to battle stations
while we launch the sensor drone. Its pickup is directional to maximize its
range; an agonizing ten minutes trickle by as it flies in a circle around the
ship. And then, a point of light appears on the display. Success! The drone
follows its program and changes heading to close in on the contact. �Take us
after the drone,� I tell the helmsman.

�� Yes, my lord.�

�� They are well
within the search radius, so we�re in visual range in a couple of hours. I
study the display: two colony ships where there should be three,
and one is badly damaged and empty. What happened here? The other ship appears
to be intact; it powers up weapons as we draw alongside. Ah, Saiyans. Before any accidents can happen, Ren hails them using my father�s codes, and a grizzled Saiyan female appears on screen.

�� Prince Vegeta.�
She looks taken aback. �What are you doing here?�

�� Long story
short, Frieza is dead, Vegetasei
is restored and I�m playing fetch. What�s your status, and where�s your other
ship?�

�� She blinks,
changes mental gears. �Ah � six years ago, the Bosk had a catastrophic engine
failure and exploded with no survivors. The Barottolet was damaged in the
blast and half its inhabitants killed. We moved all the survivors here to the Biran and salvaged what we could, but our
long-range comm units were fried. What of the other
fleets? Is the king your father alive?�

�� Damn it, I am not
a history teacher. �I�ll have my second send you the information. My job here
is to get your ship turned around for home.�

***

�� Three very busy
days later our ships part ways again. The Biran, refueled, resupplied and with a repaired comm
set, is on course for Vegetasei. Our own Gara heads off
toward the next rendezvous, with the addition of thirty more Saiyans from the overcrowded colony ship; I at last have
found something to do in bringing their training up to modern standards. What�s
more, now that we have something to report, Ren
configures our comm for long-distance transmission to
beam the news back home � along with the much larger volume of personal
messages. I try not to obsess over that as I stand in front of my new class.

�� Watch closely,
grasshoppers. This is what you can achieve with proper training.� I throw out
my chest and roar as I go gold. And then, just because I can, I use a ki blast to neatly knock them over in one blow. I wait with
my arms crossed for them to stand up.

�� And you�re not
the king?� one of them exclaims.

�� No. My mate is
far stronger than this.� Dropped jaws all around. I go
right on with, �You slackers have a long way to go before I call you competent.
So, let�s see what you�ve got. Get into pairs.� I sense Gohan
moving towards me, fast � he must be pelting down the halls, but he drops to a
walk to make a dignified entrance. I tilt an eyebrow at him; he knows I hate to
have my training interrupted.

�� Vegeta, a
huge-ass personal message just came in for you from Dad.� My tail bristles with
interest; he grins. �I�ll take over here if you like.�

�� I drop my transformation.
�Don�t teach them any bad habits.� I march towards the door � I have to stop
myself from running out. One of the trainees shouts after me, �You mean we�re
supposed to train under this half-blood?�

�� Hn. That�s prince half-blood to
you.�

� ��Would you prefer me as a blond?� Gohan asks archly. The door closes behind me but I feel him
ascend; I suspect he�s just punched out the questioner. Good thing for them
that his human blood makes him so even-tempered. Kakarott. Message.
I take two steps down the corridor, lose patience, and IT straight to my cabin.
Kakarott.
The message on my terminal is huge, nearly an hour
long; it is titled news and stress relief
� stress relief? I call the mess hall to send me a tray. After it arrives, I
lock the door and press play.

�� He appears on my
wall screen. Sleek, glowing, relaxed. He�s sprawled on our sofa at home with
his whole body open to my view; still clothed, damn the luck, though the look
in his eyes says that will change. His tail slithers over the cushions in a way
that makes my own curl in response.

�� Vegeta.� Sparks
shoot up my spine at his voice. �My evenings are boring without you here. I�ve
been practicing with your gift, and I�ll let you imagine what I have waiting
for when you come home.� Three sentences and my brain is
already melting. Can I survive this? Do I want to? His hand goes to the back of
his neck, scratching, half stroking; I hiss. �I thought I�d give you a personal
update on the news from home. We finally managed to summon the Vegetasei Dragon, and you are not going to believe ��

�� He continues to
talk about the Dragon, about Bulma�s pregnancy, my
old man�s newfound taste for golf, the weather, a
dozen other topics. I am only half listening to his words. My dinner sits forgotten
on the desk; I squirm on my bunk, all the fur on my tail fluffed out. If I
close my eyes, I can imagine him sitting right next to me. Teasing
me. I am rock hard just from the sound of his voice on such innocent
topics. What better proof of his power over me?

�� Vegeta!� I snap around to look at the screen. The scene has
changed: Kakarott is smirking as though he knows exactly how I reacted, and
he�s shifted into a pose leaning on one hand with a knee raised. He also seems
to have been sparring; his top is ripped in a dozen places and there are
streaks of blood on his face. My mouth goes dry. �Pay special attention to this
part, Vegeta. Here�s something just for you.�

�� I nod at the
screen. Stupid � he can�t see me. One of his fingers traces a line from his
throat to his sash. �I like those pictures you left me, Vegeta, but they�re not
as vocal as you are.� He starts to pull up his shirt; I lean towards him and
almost fall off my bunk. �I want to hear you. From that first hiss when I
pierce your defenses to your scream when I finally take you. I hunger for your
beauty.� He peels his shirt over his head, revealing expanses of bronzed
muscles. �I hunger for your power. I can look in the mirror and count the marks
you put on me.� He traces one faint line across his ribs. �This one is from the
first time we fought on Earth. This one is from the training before Cell�� He
points out half a dozen more scars. I absently lick a fleck of drool from my
lips.

�� And this,� he
points to a mark on his throat, �This is the blood that I gave to you. You are
the only one strong enough to keep this trust. I haven�t had you in three
weeks, Vegeta. I�m burning.� He caresses the bulge in his pants. My breath
comes in gasps; I kick my clothes off as the last shred of self-control deserts
me. I don�t need it; even through a recorded image, Kakarott is in full control
of me. He strips off his pants with a mind-bending roll of his hips. He strokes
his darkened shaft. �This is for you, Vegeta. Which end do you want it in?�

�� I � I don�t know.
Either, both, take every orifice on my body � hell, make a few new ones just
for variety. I am this close to pouncing on the screen, but I don�t want to
take the chance of breaking it. My tail lashes with a mind of its own. Kakarott
winks as he squeezes his meat; he knows exactly what kind of effect he�s having
on me. His tail flicks. �Finger yourself, Vegeta.��

�� Yes. I lick two fingers and plunge them
into my body. The howl that bursts from my lungs contains all my frustration,
all my pent-up passion. If only Kakarott could hear that sound, he�d be on me
in an instant. �Watch me, Vegeta.� He thrusts slowly into his fist. �Feel me
sliding into you. Submit yourself to my lust.� Oh. Yes. My eyes are glued to his every move,
and my fingers slide in rhythm with his. For a few moments it�s all right;
Kakarott is with me, his pleasure is my pleasure. Three, four, five thrusts and
his voice rises to a roar; his seed shoots out with
enough force to arch past his feet. The sight sends me over the edge with him.

�� I collapse onto
the bunk. After a minute Kakarott speaks again. �I
feel better now. If this is as hard for you as it is for me, you must be going
crazy over there. If it gets to be too much, remember that trip we went on
together, and how I kept my chains on you. I miss you, Vegeta. Come home as
soon as you can.� The screen fades to black and he�s gone.

***

Kakarott: so, do you think I have a career in porn?

Vegeta: I�ll buy every copy for my own use.

Sefiru: Oh, come on, leave one for
me?

Vegeta: No way.

Next chapter: The King of Earth has a trick up his sleeve.
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