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Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 2: Son of Pure Evil

By Sefiru

Summary: Vegeta has acknowledged Kakarott�s superiority,
and, uh, stuff happens. Sex, fighting, fun at the expense of supporting
characters. And, of course, pure evil. ^^

Pairings: Kakarott/Vegeta

Disclaimer: If I owned DBZ they would not be allowed to
broadcast it on national TV. Oh, well, I can always dream �

Warnings:

Whole story: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal, BDSM, D/s, language,
possible OOC.

This chapter: R, lime.

Chapter 7

I sit with one
arm on the back of the couch, tail looped around my ankles, staring out the
picture windows. Thoughtful. My people are returned from the dead. Their chains
to Frieza gone, they can reclaim their honor as warriors, defenders of the
hearth as we are meant to be. The complement of those ships is over half
female, so someone was thinking ahead; my bloodline will go on. Trunks, as a
hybrid, is more than likely sterile, but once our power becomes known both
Kakarott and I will receive breeding offers � though the thought of sleeping
with anyone but him does not particularly appeal to me.

I sense him
enter the room an sit down beside me. �Regretting your decision?�

�No.� I have had
twelve long years to accept that my House is ended. Finishing it voluntarily
brings little pain; certainly miniscule compared with the rewards. �Just
considering the future. I don�t make decisions I don�t intend to keep.�

�Oh? What was
the Majin thing, then?�

�A fiasco.� I
turn around to face him. �I was looking for something I thought I was missing.
Of course I didn�t know what it was until it got shoved up my ass.� He grins a
little at that and I smirk back at him. Looking back, his actions during that
episode were astonishing. Just hours after I seriously tried to kill him, he
literally saved my life � twice! � and also agreed to fuse with me. Truly, the
strength of his faith in me seems bottomless.

He gazes at me.
To an outsider I know my face would appear blank, but Kakarott can read me like
no one else. �Vegeta.� He lifts his chin and taps a finger on his throat.
�Taste.�

I swallow from a
suddenly dry mouth. Kakarott � Obediently I lean forward and close my
lips on his neck. Caress his vein with my tongue and feel his life pulsing
there � this act has the same effect on me as it did that time before; within
minutes I am totally submissive. He could tear off my head and I would allow
it; he could rip out my heart and I would thank him for the honor. He is my god
and his will is absolute. He purrs under me as I worship his flesh, and wraps
an arm around me. I could explode from pride at being so close to him.

We�re
interrupted by a nearby ki signature accompanied by pounding on the door. Why
do people always disturb us at times like this? I don�t stop what I�m doing.
It�s not my job to spare the sensibilities of ignorant boors who walk in on us.
And who on earth would be so rude as �

-- Oh, of
course. It would be my father. He bashes through the door and barges
right in, then sees me practically sitting in Kakarott�s lap with our tails
twined together and promptly loses his temper. �Vegeta! How degenerate has this
planet made you, to cavort with a third-class peasant like some shameless
two-bit harlot?�

I glance at him.
�I don�t need to explain myself to anyone, least of all you.� And I go back to
savoring Kakarott�s skin.

He nearly has
heart failure on the spot. �How dare you! I came here willing to forgive your
intemperate remarks and invite you again to join me in creating a new Saiyan
homeworld!�

After an
entrance like that? Not likely. He continues, �And you, Kakarott � I found you
in the records, a weakling fit only for purging missions. I suggest you give up
your delusions of grandeur and acknowledge me as your king, or face the
consequences.�

Kakarott�s purr
turns into a growl. �I told you before, you�re not my king and I�ll prove it.
Be at the sparring ground tomorrow at noon.�

***

Noon. A huge
crowd is gathered at the sparring ground; all five hundred-plus Saiyan
immigrants are here, all the Z fighters, their friends, World Tournament
competitors and other fighting enthusiasts. The spectators are much too close,
so I tell the boys to spread out along the perimeter to catch any stray blasts.
Kakarott sits nonchalantly on a boulder at the bottom of the bowl-shaped
ground, waiting.

My father
appears at noon precisely, wearing full armor complete with cape. He touches
down in the center of the sparring ground with his hands on his hips and his
chest puffed out. �Kakarott! Are you still prepared to contest my authority?�

Kakarott calmly
stands up on his boulder. �Yes.� He lifts off and takes his midair starting
stance. My father rises to meet him.

What follows is
not so much a fight as a beatdown. They trade a few light blows and then, when
Kakarott feels warmed up, he casually swats the old man to the ground. He gets
up and his ki flares high � relatively speaking, that is. He soars up and
Kakarott sends him right back down. He stands up again, flies in to attack, and
gets thrown into the dust again. This happens about ten more times and then my
father loses any patience he had and fires a ki blast. Kakarott doesn�t even
bother to dodge it � he just takes the blow and then replies with a Kame hame
ha. This time my father doesn�t get back up.

Kakarott lands
and plants a foot on his chest. The old man protests, �This can�t be
happening!�

�I warned you
what would happen if you bothered me or mine.�

�Please don�t
kill me!�

Across the field
I see Mirai roll his eyes. I sneer. Doesn�t the old man have any
dignity? Kakarott just smiles down at him. �Sorry, Vegeta-jii. You never really
had a chance.� And he ascends.

My fellow
Saiyans are frozen with shock, and no wonder. They have just started to absorb
the fact that this unknown warrior has won the crown with contemptuous ease,
and now he reveals that he�s also the Legendary. One by one they drop to their
knees in fealty. And well they should; there�s only one Saiyan in the universe
who�s worth Kakarott�s time.

The old man
doesn�t know when to shut up. �So that�s it,� he growls. �It�s you who defeated
Frieza and my degenerate son merely hides behind your power.�

�Hide? Vegeta?
It�ll be a cold day in Hell when Vegeta needs anyone to protect him.� Kakarott
stares down at him. �He must take after his mother.� I think that may be the
nicest thing he�s ever said about me � He extends a hand towards me, a silent
command, and I glide down into the bowl to join my king. �Besides, who
ever said there was only one Legendary?�

Taking this as
my cue, I give my father my best smirk and ascend as well. Then Kakarott and I
turn toward each other and he pulls me into a deep kiss. Our kis spiral higher
in unison (I ignore Gohan gagging on the sidelines); through level two, until I
reach my maximum. Kakarott continues into level three, the peak of his power,
and his lips seem to burn on mine. Yes! Kakarott is our king and I am
his chosen consort, our power displayed for all to see. My tongue attacks his
mouth with the same killer passion I use in battle. And I feel it: a
resistance, a pressure against my ki. A sensation I�ve felt twice before. I�m
at the barrier to Super Saiyan 3. Kakarott�s eyes sparkle as he grins into our
kiss.

***

Long Live King Kakarott! Dang that felt good.

So is Royal Consort a step up or down from Crown Prince �?

Next chapter: Vegeta gives Kakarott a coronation gift, and
you know what that means. Super Double Lemon! With chains; no whips though,
sorry.
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