Pure Evil 4: A New Evil

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.

Macha: to be honest, the first two
fleets are mostly a plotbunny to keep Vegeta out in
space long enough for the rest of the plot to evolve. So their “rescues” won’t
be all that difficult.

Dragon, Fly, Katonie: thanks for the reviews, there
is more to come!

Pun_xy: Ah, voyeurism. The entire reason we’re here –
well, mine, at least.

Starlight_dragon: Bardock is not getting hit on so
much because he spends most of his time stomping around in the forest; he’s
just not as publicly visible as the others. As for Raditz,
I hope you realize that (a) I’m working from an outline that I don’t intend to
change and (b) I write chapters far ahead of posting them. That said … wait and
see. ^^

Irol: I believe this is the closest to angst I’ve
gotten in all of PE. And yeah, you have to show Saiyans
who’s boss. ^^

All of you asking me to update soon: I post a chapter every Friday. I can’t
write any faster than that ::massages wrists::

In this chapter: the King of Earth proves you should not
underestimate humans.

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Chapter 7: King vs King

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     The visit by the
King of Earth was a welcome distraction for Kakarott. Without
Vegeta around he was … bored. Not just sexually frustrated but actually
bored – no one else he knew could be as intriguing, as surprising, or as
creative as his mate. Oh, he had things to do, visiting his family, training,
making the planet run smoothly, practicing with a certain new weapon; but it
wasn’t as enjoyable without Vegeta adding his own unique spice to things. Truth
to tell, there hadn’t been a day in the last twenty years that Vegeta hadn’t
been on Kakarott’s mind. He’d wanted the prince from
the first time he laid eyes on him – on his own terms, of course, and after class=SpellE>Frieza that became possible. He actually intended to claim
Vegeta right after he returned to Earth, and he would have done it if class=SpellE>Mirai hadn’t interrupted. As things stood, he had taken a
little longer to reach his goal.

     class=GramE>And not a moment too soon. The Goku
persona had long outlived its usefulness and stability; he, Kakarott, was tired
of acting like a baby just so he wouldn’t scare the pants off his friends.
Vegeta was the only person he was certain would prefer the real him to the pose.
And as he’d expected, joining with Vegeta was a perfect excuse to “grow up”
without the Z fighters suspecting insanity or alien mind control; the further
developments, up to and including becoming king of his species, were just icing
on the cake.

   style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He spotted the sparring ground below him and
started to descend towards it. He was a bit late; both the Earth and class=SpellE>Saiyan contingents had already assembled there. class=GramE>On one side, Vegeta-jii, class=SpellE>Mirai and the fast-track training group. class=GramE>On the other, the King of Earth, Piccolo and Mr. Satan. He
landed in their midst with a thud. “Good morning.”

     “You’re late,” class=SpellE>Mirai said.

     “I know. I was
helping a little kid find his mother.”

     Mr. Satan
guffawed, apparently thinking he was joking. “The things a hero does for his
people!”

     “Is the boy all
right?” the King of Earth asked.

     “Yes, he’s fine, class=SpellE>Ilya. How are things on Earth?”

     “Calmer. The
ox-king is holding the fort; he’s settled down considerably since class=SpellE>Videl brought his great-granddaughter around to visit. It
seems your ex-wife had been telling tales.”

      Kakarott shook
his head. “Poor Chichi. And how
about you, Mr. Satan?”

      “Uh … I have not
found any Saiyans willing to study with me! I can
only conclude that my techniques are so magnificent they do not feel worthy to
learn them!” The Saiyans who understood class=SpellE>Terran burst into laughter. Mirai
snickered under his breath; Piccolo, standing behind the humans, made the
“loser” sign on his forehead. Mr. Satan looked pained. This was probably not the
first time that Saiyans had laughed in his face for
his bragging; Kakarott was tempted, but his manners held it in check. He turned
to the Saiyan side of the group.

      “What do you say
we get this show started?”

      “Yes, my king.”
It was a show, an exhibition match put on by this training group to show off class=SpellE>Saiyan martial skill to their allies. Man to man, tag team,
group,. As they fought, the conversation on the
viewers’ stand went on. Vegeta-jii was being his
usual charming self:

      “Are you sure
that blue-haired thing is a human?”

      Kakarott nodded.
“Watch out, though – those looks mean he’s a shapeshifter.”

      class=GramE>“A what?”

      class=SpellE>Ilya turned to face them. “It’s a fairly common ability
among humans, and we always partly stick in the first form we change to. There
was one boy at school who tried to change into his family’s goldfish; he could
breathe underwater without changing.”

     “Are you
serious?”

     “Indeed. He was
captain of the swim team.” Suddenly, the air above the audience shimmered; class=SpellE>Ilya, followed by everyone else, tilted his head up to
look. The shimmer thickened, and turned into an image of the Dragon class=SpellE>Koshubu.

      “Hi, there,
kings! Mind if I join you?” His form drifted down until it was floating just
above the ground. It winked at Piccolo. “Hey, cutie. class=SpellE>Wanna get a drink later?”

     As Piccolo edged
to the other side of the platform, Kakarott said, “I’m guessing that’s a
projection of some kind. Can the other two do that?”

     “Sure, but they
object to ‘associating with the masses.’ Ha! It’s not my fault they’ve
forgotten how to have a social life. I saw this little show going on and just
had to drop by.”

     “Watching? Does
that mean you’re doing the Guardian’s observing job?” Mirai
asked.

     class=GramE>“Yeah, for now. Sometime I’ll train a Saiyan
to do it for me, but there’s no rush.” The Dragon looked out at the field,
where one warrior had just kicked his opponent in the chin. “Oh,
nice one!”

      Meanwhile,
Vegeta-jii was studying the King of Earth like some
creature that crawled out of his sink drain. “class=SpellE>Shapeshifting. An unusual ability, but what is it
good for? With that over-inflated jester,” he nodded at Mr. Satan, “as the best
your planet has to offer, it can’t be very powerful.”

     Mr. Satan noticed
the gesture and posed. “Any intelligent person can see our human might! The class=SpellE>Saiyans will not usurp our place!” Usurp?

     “Calm down, class=SpellE>Hercule. As for power, I didn’t get this job for my looks.”
Ilya wavedstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'>  at the sparring field. “In fact, I
daresay I’d like to take a turn at that myself.”

     class=GramE>“You?” Vegeta-jii snorted. “A
pudgy furball like you could never match a class=SpellE>Saiyan warrior’s power.”

     “My dear sir, a class=SpellE>shapeshifter does not rely on physical strength.”

     Now that sounded
like a challenge. “This I’ve got to see for myself,” Kakarott said. “I’ll take
you on.”

     “Excellent! Shall
we say five minutes, no lethal attacks?”

     class=GramE>“Sounds good to me.” Kakarott waved the referee over to
explain what he wanted. The fighters murmured as the two kings stepped onto the
field; there were a few titters at the King of Earth’s rotund appearance, but
they died away when he shapeshifted into a
rhinoceros. He snorted and pawed the ground.

     The referee gave
the signal and they charged towards each other. Kakarott grinned. He often hunted
animals this size; an intelligent rhino was just the sort of challenge he
craved. But, just before his first blow landed, the rhinoceros vanished. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>What the? He whirled, trying to follow class=SpellE>Ilya’s ki. There he was! He had
taken the form of a swallow. Kakarott started to laugh. He faked me out! He doesn’t mean to use power techniques at all; if I
can’t hit him, I can’t win. He guessed that as soon as Ilya
saw an opening he would dart inside his reach and turn into a tiger or
something.

     He rose into the
air in pursuit. Come to think of it, Ilya’s class=SpellE>ki was running quite high for a human, and he hadn’t been
wearing a gravity belt earlier either. He pounced – a swallow was still no
match for his ki-enhanced speed, and his fingers
closed gently around the feathered body. But Ilya
changed again, and Kakarott was suddenly holding a spitting cobra.

    “Shit!” He hurled
the snake away as hard as he could. It was pure reflex, he knew that class=SpellE>Ilya wouldn’t really poison him, but that move was a shock.
The King of Earth changed back into a bird form and hovered for a moment; then
he went on the attack.

     Now Kakarott
realized just how dangerous a shapeshifter could be. class=SpellE>Ilya didn’t even have to hit a vital spot – all he needed
was a touch, anywhere, long enough to bite or sting. Kakarott struck wildly as class=SpellE>Ilya came into his range. The little bird dodged by a hair;
Ilya, too, could not risk having a blow land. He
flitted back out of Kakarott’s reach. class=GramE>Stalemate. Of course they didn’t leave it at that, and they
danced around the edges of each other’s ranges, waiting for the other to make a
mistake. At the end of five minutes neither of them had scored a hit.

     Kakarott dropped
to the ground, panting. “Damn, Ilya, I had no idea
you were so fast.”

     “I don’t
generally parade it around. Element of surprise and all
that.” The King of Earth dusted off his jacket after returning to his
base form. “That should take care of the questions about human ability.”

     “And all that
time I spent at the lookout and never thought to ask Karin for a match.”

     “I’m sure he’s
more skilled than I am. I say, Hercule, are you all
right?”

     Mr. Satan’s
expression looked oddly frozen; it seemed he hadn’t known about class=SpellE>Ilya’s abilities either. “Uh, yes, I’m happy to see this
support for the Humans’ reputation.”

     “Oh, he’s just
jealous because everyone’s looking at you,” Koshubu
put in. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I still think you’re built. Wanna
join me and the green one later? It’s more fun with three, you know.” Mr. Satan
joined Piccolo in hastily fleeing the scene.

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Mr. Satan: I’m … I’m not the strongest human … :: sits
rocking in the corner ::

Vegeta-jii: Somehow that’s a great relief. class=GramE>Jester.

Karin: You didn’t really think they’d leave guarding the class=SpellE>senzu to a plain old talking cat, do you?

Next chapter: Vegeta finds the second fleet and is annoyed.