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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.

Loveless_Heart:
well, there aren�t any females in this version of Vegetasei,
so a boy is kind of a given �

animeslave18: for a given definition of hell ^^

Yes, my schedule�s slipping. Don�t
ask -_-;; Plenty of folks are reading, though, so
thanks everyone!

In this chapter: Vegeta sleeps in,
and the King asks some questions.

***

Chapter the Seventh

***

�� Five days later, Bardock came home to find
that the scent of heat had faded and Goku had emerged
from his room. To be precise, he had tied Vegeta to the kitchen table and laid
out several boxes of delivery sushi on his chest. �I made us a celebration
feast,� he announced.

�� I can see that.� Bardock unbuckled his
armor and set it down in the hall. Outside, Raditz�s
vehicle pulled up. �And how are you feeling, Vegeta.�

�� Exhausted. Drained.� This man,�
he pointed, �has completely worn me out. He kicked my ass.� (it
wasn�t kicking, Goku muttered.) �He pounded me into
the dirt. In the tournament of the bedroom, he has defeated me. He � mmf� Goku stuffed a piece of
sushi in his mouth.

�� Not exactly what I usually mean by eating
out a slave,� Raditz said, �But I guess he deserves a
break. Did it work?�

�� If not, it wasn�t for lack of effort.�

�� No shit. Your noise kept me from getting
any sleep this week. Next time put a gag on him or something.�

�� You�re just jealous,� Vegeta told him.

�� Shut up. Platters should be seen and not
heard.�

***

�� The summons to the palace came
unexpectedly. Bardock�s unit was currently stationed
at the main army base in the capital, so he (and the grim-faced guardsman who
fetched him) could walk there from his duty post. He had no idea what this was
about; he guessed that some Elite brass wanted a report about the totally
boring and routine exercises his unit had been doing. He was beyond surprised
when his guide led him to a door with sentries on either side of it. On the
other side, the King was waiting for him.

�� Bardock stepped immediately to the line
marked on the carpet and went to one knee. The King studied him for a moment.
�You are Captain Bardock, Army unit 221, Third Class?�

�� Yes, Majesty.�

�� I have heard a rumor that you have
recently added a slave to your household. And that you have named him after
me.�

�� Yes, Majesty.�
Aha.

�� Why would you do such a thing?�

�� Normally, an Elite
would be offended to have a slave named after them. But that was not the tone
of the question at all. �He resembles your Majesty strongly.� Bardock glanced
up at the King. �He�s just turned eighteen.�

�� The King hissed and stiffened in his
chair. �And is this slave satisfactory?�

�� Oh, yes. Strong,
energetic.� Bardock grinned. �And an uncommonly
spirited personality.�

�� All the tension drained out of the King�s
posture. He rubbed his hand across his eyes. �They took him while I was
sleeping,� he muttered, so low that Bardock could barely hear him. �He was
drinking my milk, and when I woke up, he was gone.� He rubbed his face again,
and straightened up. �Does he know?�

�� That he�s yours? Yes, Majesty. Him and my two boys, no one else.�

�� Good. I don�t think I need to tell you
what a scandal this would be.� The King tapped his chin. �How did you figure it out? The public records
were purged years ago.�

�� Bardock smiled faintly. �I didn�t use the
public records, Majesty.�

�� Right, your interest in
history. I suppose you have your own archives.� The King waved his hand.
�You might as well sit up. If your knees are anything like mine they�re cramped
up by now.�

�� Bardock shifted to sit cross-legged �
there were no other chairs in the room. This did not sound anything like a man
who had rejected his slave child at birth, and he had to wonder; how many
Elites had a story like the King�s, their newborns taken from them by
well-meaning relatives. �He seems to be content in our household,� he offered.

�� No doubt.� The
King sighed again. �It wouldn�t have worked, anyway. He would be no more than a
political pawn, and I don�t trust that Frieza
character with a bent penny.�

�� Frieza?�

�� It�s classified, and you didn�t hear
that.� The King got a plaintive look familiar to fathers everywhere. �Is he a
good lay?�

��
Bardock grinned. �The best.�

�� That�s � good. Well, I think that�s all
for today, Captain Bardock, though I will be keeping a close eye on your
household. Just in case you show any more subversive behavior, you know.�

�� I understand, Majesty.�

***

�� Vegeta was still asleep. A Saiyan�s heat was exhausting for his partner; they had
excused Vegeta from his usual morning routine, and he�d woken long enough for Goku to pour some oatmeal down his throat before falling
asleep again. Nine hours later, he was still out cold.

�� He hadn�t even drawn up the blankets over
himself; he was sprawled out on his pallet, completely exposed. When he was
relaxed in sleep, he looked like an innocent virgin, with no sign of his fiery
personality. It was proving a trial to Bardock�s
self-control. When he came up the stairs, he had to stop on the landing and
stare. He thought about waking Vegeta up to have his way with him, but that
would hardly be fair. But he couldn�t take his eyes off those sleek, finely
toned limbs, and he hadn�t had a turn with the slave for a week, and his cock
was straining against his pants � Vegeta purred in his sleep and arched his
back, tail tip flicking side to side, and Bardock was done. He fumbled his cock
out and in just a few strokes, his seed splattered onto Vegeta�s chest.

�� It was obvious that he hadn�t gotten
enough that week; after he had his shower, he stepped out of the bathroom,
caught sight of Vegeta, and was hard again immediately. This time he took some
time to enjoy the view before adding a second splatter to Vegeta�s skin. Then,
since he wanted to have some juice left later in the evening, he firmly took
himself downstairs and started up the grill.

�� When Raditz got
home an hour later, he had a similar reaction to the sleeping Vegeta � except
that he was less restrained about it. He started with a bellow of �HOLY SHIT!�
and got less coherent from there. From the sound of it he got off at least
twice before he stumbled back down into the kitchen. �Damn, if he gets any
hotter my balls are going to explode!�

�� Well, we can�t have that.� However, they
might not be able to help it. Any time one of them went by the upstairs
landing, there was Vegeta, sinuous and sculpted and completely unconscious. The
growing collection of seed splatters did nothing to reduce his magnetic
attraction. Listening to Goku and Vegeta constantly
over the last five days had made both of them horny; they had gotten off with
each other well enough, but that wasn�t what they truly wanted. He�d be awake
again tomorrow morning, and Bardock was going to plow his ass like a cornfield.
He was sure similar thoughts were going through Raditz�s
mind.

�� Goku came in
after his late shift to find his father and brother lounging idly on the living
room sofas. �What�s up? You two both look kind of � frustrated.�

�� Vegeta�s still asleep.�

�� Huh?�

�� Just go see for yourself,�
Bardock told him. Goku padded up the stairs and then:

�� Whoa!�

�� Much later, when the three warriors had
gone to bed, Vegeta finally woke from his exhausted coma. He sat up; he could
feel that he was decorated from head to toe with their fluids. Am I good, or am I good? With a smirk,
he began to lick himself clean.

***

I feel sad for King Vegeta T_T

In the Next Chapter: Did Goku succeed in getting pregnant? What are the Elites up
to? and how many Saiyans can
Vegeta bang all at once?
- 6
- 7
- 8
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