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Sequel
to A Prince Among Men (henceforth known as APAM)
Side
Story to Family Therapy (which was a sequel to Group Therapy, Mental Therapy,
Cross-eyed, and Hormone Therapy.)
Things I figure I should say:
a.
I’m not sure that anyone would want me to own DBZ, DB or DBGT
because I’d probably do something really odd with it. Thusly, I have come to the sad conclusion that I will never own
it. No profit will ever be made. I’d really appreciate it if you would stop
rubbing it in.
b. Okay,
it’s not necessary to read all of the therapy fics, but it is necessary to r
APA
APAM. Otherwise you might be
confused.
c.
AS USUAL, there is SEX, SLASH (homosexual sex, usually
descriptive like) SAIYANS (thusly, violence, bad language dirtiness, lewd
displays.) All my original
characters: Red, Goten, Lil’Geta,
Caradoc (sigh, yes he’s still alive) and Presta (as well as Bardock’s other son
Tuari.)
d. AU. Humor.
Sex. Saiyan home planet (which I
hear is named Vegeta-sei. Yay!)
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Oh, yeah, definitely glad he was born a man.
Because he couldn’t think of anything else in his life that was quite as
uncomfortable as laying here with his eyes closed, breathing as evenly as he
possibly could while some kid (damn, that kid looked familiar, how could he
never noticed that before?) with a glove on his hand doing unmentionable type
things between his legs. Worse even than the unending sense of embarrassment to
have someone poking around like this kid was, was the fact that kid himself was
blushing so bad his ears were bright red.
“Oh, Kaki,” the
blushing imp said, making him open his eyes and look down. A shake of the
(dammit! Who did this kid remind him of?) idiot’s head a sigh. “We did a bad
thing here.” Then he moved away and pulled the glove off, muttered something to
himself in another language and dropped the glove in the trash can (one of
those things just popped up while the kid was around and disappeared when he
was gone.) “You can get dressed. Do you want me to leave?”
Kakarot shrugged.
“Already seen me naked.” He rolled out of the bed and ignored the way that he
felt more naked now as he pulled his clothes back on, sat back on the bed and
fought against the urge to pull the covers up over him. Vegeta had disappeared
to ‘attend to business’ while this whole thing went on and Kakarot was starting
to think he wasn’t going to forgive the asshole for that any time soon.
“Well. Uh…” A shake
of his head. “Damn. Kaki. I’m sorry. The sex didn’t feel good did it?”
There was no good
answer to that question.
“Well. Damn. Okay,
it’s something like this. The actual womb and the birth canal is all there but
the pre-existing tissue surrounding the newly grown uterus is compressing the
birth canal. Which means…uh…you don’t have the room to give birth or really to
have ‘good sex.’”
Well. How nice.
Always good to know that he would have SHITTY SEX until he got pregnant at
which point he wouldn’t be able to get the kid back out of his body and hadn’t
he fucking told Vegeta not to make him drink this shit? “Thanks,” he said
dryly.
“Well, I’m pretty
sure I can fix it.”
Like he cared, but
a frown crossed that kid’s face that (figuratively) punched him in the gut. It
was Vegeta’s frown, and the hair…it was… Shit. “Who are you?” he asked, and
wondered just why in the hell it was that he had never asked the fucking twins
before. TWINS?! Twins were never allowed to be in the same area—ever. They were
separated as soon as they could be and shipped to different ends of the
universe. Everyone knew that. “Where did you come from?”
A grin then, that
was nothing like Vegeta. “I’m a freak of science,” he said, “And seeing how I
just saddled you with a lifetime worth of pain, I’ll answer whatever question
you have.”
“Who…” he stopped
and asked himself if he really wanted to know the answer to this question. “Who
are your parents?”
Goten just looked
at him, flicked his tail behind him and reached a hand into his pocket. “Right.
Uh… Well, first off, I’m not from this world. I’m from a different time
dimension where Vegeta-sei was destroyed by Freiza and all the Saiyans were
tracked down and killed off one at a time except for my mother, Vegeta, and my
father Goku…who is…You. In my world.”
Riiight.
The kid shrugged,
looked down at the silver case in his hand and flipped a few numbers, pressed a
button. When it opened up there was a piece of paper…no, a picture. He turned
it around and showed it to him.
“Ass monkey…” he
whispered.
Because the picture
was…him. Sort of. Him in a ugly orange thing standing with his arm tossed
around Vegeta (who was wearing all spandex) and in front of them were the
twins, two small children, one chewing on the other’s tail while (had e the the
older twin who’s tail was being chewed) stubborn ignored it. “No way…”
“I’d show you my
time machine but I don’t want anyone walking in and seeing it.” The picture
went back in the silver case and the case went back in his pocket. “First off,
you have to get pregnant. According to my sources the time limit for Vegeta to
produce an heir is just about four months. Now. I’m going to go get your mother
and somehow we’re going to figure out how to get you laid.” A nod. “Don’t tell
anyone about me or ‘Geta, please.” Another nod and he disappeared.
~~~***
It was the taste of
blood that finally made him realize what the fuck he was doing. The taste of
the blood and the sight of Caradoc’s wide brown eyes. The catch in Presta’s
breath, and he yanked away so fast that Caradoc yelped in pain. Gohan fumbled
back until he was pressed to the wall and trying to breath. Felt blood on his
lips and teeth and tasted it on his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” he
whispered.
“Saiyan,” Presta
said, “Talk in Saiyan.”
Caradoc did not
look happy. He raised a hand to his shoulder and ran his hand over the bloody
shoulder then shot to his feet and was just there. That fast. There against
Gohan again, knife shining in the light and pressed to his throat. “I heard you
can kill them before the bond sets in,” he said. “Take it back.”
“How the fuck can he
unbite you?” Presta demanded.
“Shut up,” Caradoc
snapped at her.
“Gohan!” Presta
just sat there, on her knees, away from them, naked and shiny and stinking.
“Tell him not to. Tell him to get away from you.”
“I’ll kill you,”
Caradoc whispered, “I’ll find a fucking way.” Oh…he looked serious. He looked
like Vegeta looked when he first showed up, when he cut off Gohan’s tail and
tried to kill his father. He remembered that look in Vegeta’s eyes and he
remembered now why he had been afraid of his saiyan half.
But fuck that fear.
Saiyan instinct got him into this disaster. He moved his hand around to
Caradoc’s hair and yanked his head back, felt the blade on his throat just
break the skin. “Sit down Caradoc.” Felt the legs give out under the second
prince and there he was, on his ass, on the floor, looking up at him with all
the venom he could muster. “Oh shit.”
Presta got to her
feet and moved over to stand next to him, looked down at Caradoc as the prince
stabbed the ground next to him viciously, and he figured that was okay as long
as the man didn’t hurt himself.
“Don’t…” he felt
stupid saying it, “Hurt yourself.” Felt Presta’s hand on his skin and it just
felt…wrong. Wrong to have her touch him right now, when he was standing there
watching the man on the ground fighting against the bond that he felt settling
in him.
“Oh, Gohan…” She
broke out in a grin. “I’m going to tell my daddy on you!” Then she concentrated
really hard for a moment, grinning just like the bastard of a father of hers.
Her breathing got shallow for a moment, and then in a flash, there stood her
father and Uncle.
“Ahhhhhh!” Goten
screeched, “Naked people! Naked daughter!” Covered his face with his hands and
started to sniffle to himself. “Naked father…naked mother…now naked Daughter!
Dammit!”
“Oh,” Presta said.
Looked sheepish and pulled a sheet out from under Caradoc to cover her legs and
hips with (her shirt was still there, albeit a bit stained.) He watched her do
this, and then looked over to where Vegeta was shaking his head and reaching
into his brother’s front pocket (was that entirely appropriate?) to retrieve
one of the silver cases. A flip of some numbers and clothes were tossed at his
head. Two sets. So he dropped one set on Caradoc and told him to get dressed.
“Well,” Vegeta said
when they were all dressed. “We heard that your ass was so great that it
captured the second heir to the throne of Vegeta-sei.” “Not hardly,” Caradoc
snapped from the floor.
“Hey,” Goten said,
“That’s my…oh, never mind. Bash his ass all you want.” Then he sat down (far
away from the mattress) and for the first time in all Gohan’s memory, looked
tired. “So. I guess we get to explain to Caradoc about time travel and
dimension hopping?”
“Sure,” Vegeta
said, “Why not? You already told Kakarot. Moron.” He stood next to his twin but
didn’t sit down, and he didn’t look tired, just pissed off like normal. “So,
Caradoc, how was his ass? Just so…you know…we can torment him.”
Caradoc gave them a
glare.
“I don’t think he’s
in the joking mood,” Goten said, “Look Presta, as much as I appreciate you
bringing me here to see the end result of your little perversion fest…I have to
go teach my father how to have sex like a woman. So.” A nod, he climbed to his
feet.
“What?” Caradoc
snapped.
“Hey!” Presta
yelled, “Perversion fest? You lost your virginity with two other people!
And…and…what about that one time in Florida?”
“Who told you about
that?”
“Not now, Goten,”
Vegeta said, slapped a hand over his brother’s mouth and yanked him back.
“We’ll be back soon, Gohan. Make sure you explain everything to Caradoc. You
have to go back, you have kids.” A nod and then they disappeared again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Goten: I am not tir
*snore*
Kaki: There is a reason I was not born a girl!
Lil'Geta: And that is because the author likes Yaoi and you must be male to
have yaoi.
Goten: *gasp*! Are you insinuating something 'Geta?
Lil'Geta: Ew.
Macha:
*starts
sniffling, eyes get watery * Oh…no…my…allergies! *sneeze*
Lol. Yeah, lucky everyone…sort
of. And poor Goten, making a
mistake. *pats him on the head*
Webtester 01:
Lol. Oi, my word just keeps getting more and more
messed up(by me.) But you’re right,
This Caradoc/Presta/Gohan thing might just work out.
Jaygoose:
Tsk. Tsk.
Always properly label your stories so nobody ends up reading things they
don’t want to. *suddenly Card looks
like scary librarian.* And of course it’s
okay to be a perv.
EleneK:
*sigh* You’re right, you can’t review my site. *sigh*
So therefore I must remember to post stuff. I’ven ven very lazy today, haven’t done anything constructive,
but then Real life had to rear its ugly head.
Ooo? Story?
Not yaoi? *starts sobbing* Er…I mean to say…*looks nervous* I will try to read it. Still have to catch up on Charyon(that could
be spelled horribly wrong) story. But
hopefully I’ll start reading it within the next day or two.
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