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A Prince Among Men
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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:
a.
No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
the hell ain’t mine.
b.
thi this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around reading
different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
c.
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not band wnd write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.
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What
in the fucking hell was he doing? Just
what…fifteen minutes ago, Radditz had stuck his head in the door and told him
they both needed to get up because everyone had to move out today. Fifteen minutes, and he had reluctantly
decided to get the moron up. What a
mistakecauscause now he had no idea what he was doing.
(Well
honestly,) a stupid voice in his head pointed out, (Obviously you’re
fucking. I mean what else do you call
it?) And he attempted to remember that
he was a Prince, that he was offended, that he was pissed off that this stupid,
smelly, dirty third-class moron that ht evt even taken a bath in the past
decade was thrusting into him. Wasn’t
even touching his throbbing erection—a new thing, because as far as he could
remembhe the thought of having to one day make heirs had not been a happy
thought—and he was panting and clawing and WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT?! His legs were wrapped all around the
moron. Inviting him in more and more,
and faster and faster, and what sort of Prince makes NOISES LIKE THAT?!
He
was like a whore, all spread out and being fucked. Insane. There was no way
it felt this good. No way he was
aroused by this. Absolutely
impossible. He was the Prince, he was
the on that should be on the top, should be holding down the asshole and doing
what he pleased with him. Not this way,
not like this. Not with the hardness
buried so deep and fast inside of him that he couldn’t even breathe much less
think.
Impossible.
Insane.
He
felt the scales tipping, felt that he was being pulled against his will. Dug fingernails into skin until blood
blossomed. Panted and screamed and
impossible. He could not be doing
this. Could not. Should not.
No
wonder his father wanted to be rid of him.
First he couldn’t even save himself from Freiza and look at him now,
screaming in ecstasy while he was being pounding into a cot in the middle of
the fucking infantry camp. Enjoying
himself. Liking it and wanting more of
it. Felt how disappointed he was when
the moment passed and he was himself again.
But
that hardness was still inside of him.
He was still panting and staring.
Slowly felt his breath come back to him, felt his pride and his
birth-right as it filtered back in through the insanity of the moment. Felt that he should have felt violated, but
didn’t. Felt well-used and warm and
tingly. Wanted to do it again and again
until he forgot that he was miserably stuck out here in a world he didn’t
understand, far away from the bastard of a father he was going to murder,
trapped under a man that was more powerful than him, bigger than him and
obviously more dominant than him.
Closed his eyes and tried to focus on the rage that his father had tried
to kill him, that his stupid baby brother was going to take the throne if he
didn’t show up there soon and reclaim his birth-right.
He
failed, shifted against the hardness in him.
WHIMPERED, like a puppy or a woman or something that wasn’t Princely at
all. Felt hands run down his skin, felt
dirty and sweaty and primal, and bared his teeth. Felt it as he started to move himself. Started to shift up and down and the cot bounced with him as he
moved against the hardness inside of him.
Hand tightened on his slick skin, and he thought that if he could just
think of how he was going to kill his father he would alright again. Polarity would return to normal, he would
remember he hated Kakarot and his whole smelly world.
He
felt himself being lifted up a little, felt that change of angle as
overpowering, and opened his mouth to pant.
Felt the tongue on his lips and panted harder.yes"> Smirked like this was funny.
“We
are not interrupting them, Goten,” Vegeta said. Crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at his brother. This seemed to make some sort of unspoken
difference, because Goten stood still and closed his eyes. Settled down all in one single moment. The moment broke when he turned around and
looked past her, she turned with him and saw the four biggest idiots returning
to camp. Dusty and dirty—probably
bruised all to hell—and they were glaring at Goten with a singular hate. She could see it in their dark eyes that
there would be no reserve when they came after him the next time, and in a way
she sort of pitied them.
But
when Saima turned back to look at the twins, she had to blink and stare because
now that she had looked away she couldn’t figure out which one was which.
One
of them held up hisd, pd, pointed at a scar on it. “This means I’m Vegeta.”
Smacked his brother’s upper arm.
“His is on his arm.”
“They’re
done!” Goten said happily, “Let’s go get this over with.”
~~~***
Ah. Eating.
Hardly necessary, he thought anyway, as he sat next to her and looked at
the planet that was going to be destroyed.
(Today? Maybe today or tomorrow,
and he really ought to know that so he could get the Division off the planet
before the Second Class thought they had the right to get bitchy about
it.) Felt Red’s skin against his as she
sat next to him, chewed and was very quiet.
Of
course, because it wasn’t everyday that you found out your reality existed only
because two little annoying twits got stuck in a time-weave, accidentally
killed Freiza (Instinct, the little smirking one had said.) Saved the planet and the Prince and severely
altered reality. Because, in the world
they had come from, the Prince stayed with Freiza, (As did Radditz and some
huge lug named Nappa) but everyone else had died. Except Kakarot, who was called Goku in their world. Who was their father. And guess who their mother was?
Why
the PRINCE! Because apparently in their
reality men could have babies. So they
were the twin sons of two Super Saiyans.
Apparently—Red assured him of this—they were also both Super
Saiyans. And they were here to try and
fix what they had fucked up. Not a
great deal, but they had a loyalty to their Mom and Dad (the Prince and Kakarot)
that was amazing admirable. And Red
knew this, she said, because the little bastard, Goten, had blindsided her one
day and fifty minutes of explaining the ‘truth’ later she was forced to believe
them. (Mostly because it didn’t exactly
take a genius to look at the two of them and see the family resemblances.)
So
he was a grandfather—sort of—and she was a grandmother. They had Super Saiyan grandchildren. Troublemakers. Genius, Red said, the young twin was a genius. The older one was quiet, but she had a
feeling that to piss him off would yield disaster in the highest form.
Not
that it mattered that much, other than the fact that getting the Prince back to
his palace and killing the bastard King was going to be made easier now that he
had those two hanging around. They had
loyalty to their Mother, naturally, but they were not above proving to the
Prince that his high and mighty ass wasn’t nearly as high or mighty as he might
have thought (or at least, at that moment, that’s what Bardock thought.) And the King of Saiyans was not exactly easy
to kill. (Not to imply that the King
was strong or powerful, but he did have thousands of Elites at his command and
they were all trained to die in the name of protecting the asshole.)
“Who
did it to him?” Bardock asked (referring to the piercings on the Prince that
had to be both degrading and debilitating.
Naturally his overly-horny son would take advantage of that fact as soon
as he could.) Turned to look at Red,
saw her give him a curious glance just for a moment. Wipe the juice off her chin from tearing into the roasted meat.
She
was gloriously naked, and she shrugged.
Tossed the meat away and looked at him.
“They know.” She said.
“And
they didn’t say?”
“Nope. Vegeta adamantly demanded they not say. Beat the shit out of Goten for even hinting
at it.” She moved, threw one of her
legs over his and faced him. Smiled
when his hands touched her smooth skin again, and he had to wonder how he could
be so lucky. “Wasn’t even a hint we
would understand. Just something about
their childhood.”
“Hn,”
he said. Lifted her up enough to slide
back into her, and thought that surely Radditz would know they needed to move
off planet before the Second Class showed up.
And someone would come find them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Vegeta: You
know, I think I’m going to start a petition against the abuse of me.
Krt: Nobody
abused you.
Vegeta: I do
not get all sweaty and screamy just because you are fucking me.
Krt:
*Glances at the story * That’s
not what it says.
Vegeta:
Well, do you believe everything you read?
Krt:
No. I think we should try it
out. *grabs ‘Geta*
Goten: HOLD
IT!
Krt: Hold
what?
Lil’Geta: He
means: it’s time to stop being a prick, Kaki.
Jaygoose:
That’s
good. Perverted Goten is a good Goten.
Hectate 18:
Gasp,
I just realized I haven’t left a review on Kiss from a Rose. I’ll go do that when I finish posting. You know, I didn’t expect everyone to like
the twins nearly as much as they seem to.
I figured people would be sick of hearing about them.
Getarian:
All
valid points in what you said. Yes,
this world is dirty and full of jerks.
I agree with that completely. I
do like Saima though and Bardock (and Red.)
I’m not that happy with Kakarot, but Goku’s twins sons are there now and
you know they aren’t good at staying out of trouble…(or their parent’s business.) MWHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Mechanical Butterfly:
Oh. *grins evilly * They have to tell Trunks.
Just wait… *Evil Grin gets even
larger *
Oh,
I meant to explain that. Kakarot is the
one that undressed Vegeta. I realized
after I wrote it that I didn’t really explain that and it seems like Vegeta
just appeared naked. But he didn’t. If you remember back to when Kakarot woke up
and had sex with Saima, he was busy getting her naked before anyone had time to
really think about it. Same thing
applies here. He nakeded (yes, I’m
using nakeded as a verb) Vegeta himself.
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