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Puss in Boots	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Puss in Boots part 8.

By Johnnyjosh aka Zoicyte
Maxwell

Rating; NC-17

Fandom: DBZ, crossed with the
Puss in Boots fable.

Warnings; Yaoi, lime,
language, violence.

Couple; Yamcha/Vegeta,
Korin/Puar. (Don�t look at me like that! T_T You�ll see, just read!)

Notes; Crossover, OOC, AU, TWT,
general insanity. Yet another of JJ�s
Fabulously Fractured Fairy Tales *LOL*.

Disclaimer; Don�t own DBZ or
Puss in Boots, and am making no money from this.

Archive;
geocities.com/johnnyjosh/index.html
Others, please ask first.

And please, no MST�ing.

Thanks to Anubiset for beta
reading.

�Speaking�

*thoughts* also used for
Celera�s signing

~~oOo~~ Change of scene or
POV.

~~oOo~~

Both
men jerked, each letting out a startled cry, as the door was kicked open. There stood a shocked Bardock, a stunned
Roshi, and an enraged King Vegeta.

�Get off that bed you...you,� the King was at a loss for
words, as he took in the sight of Yamcha lying on top of his son.

Yamcha stared at both men in shock. *These are Vegeta�s
parents?* He thought, stunned. *Why, they barely look ten years older than the
Prince himself!*

�Too late, father,� Vegeta smiled slyly at him. �We�ve already done the deed. Now I see why you relented, and did it
twice, with Bardock,� he squirmed slightly beneath Yamcha, kicking off the
covers enough to reveal their nakedness, and compromising position. �I must say, I rather like being on the
bottom,� he snickered, as Bardock slammed his fist into the wall.

�Dammit boy, stop this lunacy! Get off of him!� Bardock
shouted at Yamcha.

�There�s no point now,� Vegeta sneered, wrapping his legs
around his lover. �We�ve already done
it, twice to be exact, I�m sure to be pregnant. After all, it only took you and father one try each to get each
other with child. Right...
Mother?�

Bardock slumped against the wall, staring at his son in
horror. �You...you know?� He rasped.

All of them froze when a single, loud thud resounded
through the room, as King Vegeta passed out cold.

~~oOo~~

The Marquis of Carab�s
estate...

The ogre Oolong sat at the head of the lavish dining table,
heaping trays of food covering every surface of it. His appearance was not one that would normally inspire fear in
people, being that he looked like a small, pink pig, that walked on two
legs. But those that crossed him soon
found out about his horrible temper, and explosive power. He turned his head and stared out the
window, ignoring the nervous servants that scurried around the room, setting
out food and clearing away dishes. His
eyes narrowed as he concentrated on the nagging, prickling feeling, that had been
bothering him all day. �I know something
is afoot,� he growled softly. �It feels
like some strange sense of deja vu, like an old enemy has returned.� The ogre pondered the enemies he had made in
this land. The ogre looked up as one of
the servants escorted a man into the dining room.

A short, skinny man, with pointed features and beady eyes
shuffled into the room, looking around and grinning as he rubbed his hands
together.

�You have some news for me, do you?� Oolong asked, annoyed at the man�s
inspection of his treasures.

�Oh, yes, yes I do!�
Peirin grinned at Oolong.

The ogre decided to destroy the man as soon as he told him
whatever was so important. *This man is the type that would sell out his family
for a song, not someone I relish the thought of keeping around,* he scowled.

Peirin came closer to the table, sniffing the air, his
mouth watering as he stared at all the food laid out. �May I?� He asked with a
simpering smile.

�Yes, fine. Take a
plate, then start talking!� Oolong
snapped, growing angry.

Peirin snatched up a plate of pastries and began to stuff
them into his mouth, speaking between swallows. �Someone came to the village this afternoon, strange young man,
claiming to be a descendant of the Marquis of Carab.�

�WHAT?!!� Oolong
shot out of his chair and was around the 20 place table before Peirin could
blink. He grabbed the man by the
throat, then snarled. �Why did no one
tell me this right away?�

�Sir...ack...ghhnn....�
Peirin tried to speak, gasping as Oolong released him abruptly. After a few seconds of coughing, he
continued. �That old loon Carvere had a
picture his grandmother had drawn when the Marquis was still alive, this young
man is the spitting image of the Marquis.
It must be true!�

Oolong drummed his fingers on the table, glowering. �So.
My arch nemesis did manage to save one of his children. I thought I�d killed them all,� he spun and
strode out to the balcony. �No matter,
this descendant shall be taken care of in short order,� he turned back to
Peirin. �Where is this man now?�

�In the city, he is with a farmer named Ox and his family,
they will be staying at the palace,� Peirin said, around a mouthful of cheese.

�The palace, hmm?�
Oolong said with an evil smile.
�Very well then, to the palace I go.
This ends, now!� He shouted,
transforming himself into an owl and disappearing into the night, completely
forgetting about Peirin as he hastened off to finish his nemesis.

~~oOo~~

The Royal Palace...

Bardock slumped against the wall, staring at his son in
horror. �You...you know?� He rasped.

All of them froze when a single, loud thud resounded
through the room, as King Vegeta passed out cold.

�King Vegeta!�
Roshi cried, kneeling beside his long-time friend.

Bardock stepped forward unsteadily, looking back and forth
between the bed, and the unconscious King, at a complete and utter loss for
words.

Celera appeared moments later, her eyes widening as she
took in the two naked men on the bed, then the prone form of her husband. *Oh no,
Vegeta, what have you done?* She gestured frantically. *I know you wanted to
stop the wedding, but was this really necessary?* She stalked over and threw a
blanket over them. *You two just met, and already you�re willing to conceive a
child with him, just to spite your father?
There were other options, Vegeta.*

�No there weren�t!�
The Prince snapped angrily. �I
couldn�t be sure you and Bardock would be able to talk him out of it, and I
didn�t want to give the crown over to Raditz, nor did I want to actually carry
out my last ditch plan, which was to go public with the diaries.�

�You wouldn�t dare!�
Bardock roared, face flushed, cords standing out in his neck. �Do you know what that would do to your
father?�

�I said it was my final option, in case all the other plans
didn�t work!� Vegeta shot back. �I decided that giving up the crown would
bring about too much scandal as well, because father would have to admit he was
Raditz�s parent.�

�So you jump in bed with the first good looking commoner to
come along?� Bardock growled, glaring
at Yamcha. �This is lunacy! You could at least have chosen someone who�s
presence in the castle would not have raised too much suspicion!�

�For your information, mother,� Vegeta sneered, smirking as
Bardock shuddered at the word. �Yamcha
is no commoner. He�s a direct
descendant of the Marquis of Carab, he�s come back to rid us of Oolong, and
reclaim his ancestral lands.�

�That�s it!� Roshi cried,
climbing to his feet and all but running into the hall. Bardock and Celera followed, wondering what
he was up to.

After climbing two flights of stairs, Roshi emerged in the
hallway leading to Celera�s sewing room.
�Here it is,� he said, staring up at a huge portrait.

*Amazing,* Celera gestured, a smile spreading across her
face. *Yamcha looks just like him.*

�But...it�s not possible!�
Bardock breathed, craning his neck to stare at the face in the picture.

�It�s more than possible.�
Roshi said with a grin.
�Vegeta�s telling the truth, that young man is the Marquis� descendant,
come back to avenge his family at last.�

A howl of rage, echoing up the stairs, had them all staring
at each other for a moment.
�Vegeta!� Roshi and Bardock
cried as one, all three of them racing back down to Vegeta�s bedchamber.

~~oOo~~

Vegeta�s eyes widened as his father scrambled to his feet,
lips twisted in a hideous snarl as the King slowly advanced on them.

�Get the hell away from my son,� he hissed, hands twisted
into claws. �He is going to be married
in a month�s time, no matter what he wants.
He is not going to carry some common peasant�s child, he is going to
continue the line, in a way acceptable to the general public, whether he LIKES
IT OR NOT!!� The King roared, lunging
at them.

Prince Vegeta rolled both of them off the bed, keeping
Yamcha behind him as he backed both of them into a corner behind the bed. �No I�m not!� The Prince shot back, seething.
�I am not marrying that shrew, and I�m not hiding my feelings, or my
condition!� He growled, deciding to
carry on the charade that he may have already conceived. �You can try to send me away, give the crown
to Raditz for all I care, let him be the one to keep up your precious
appearances, I won�t do it!�

�Oh yes you will!
And you�ll like it!� The King
snarled, grabbing the bed and hurling it, wooden frame and all, across the
room.

�Oh I don�t think so father, you can�t marry me off to that
big-mouthed shrew, how the hell do you think I could hide a child inside me
from my own wife?� The Prince
smirked. �This marriage can�t take
place, not now, not ever.�

Something snapped inside the King�s mind, as the Prince
gave him that insolent smirk, and his lips twisted in a horrible smile that
made both men�s blood run cold. �Oh
yes, I will Vegeta. If I have to throw
you and your lover in separate dungeons, and see to it that the doctor finds a
herb to stop that child from being born, whatever it takes, you will do as I
say,� the King advanced on the Prince, delivering a vicious backhand and
sending him crashing to the floor.

Yamcha stared down at the Prince, feelings welling up
inside him, vision blurring as his eyes glistened. �How could you say such horrible things,� he growled softly. �You are such a manipulative bastard,� the
young man hissed, turning to face the King.

King Vegeta stared down at his son, his expression one of
shock as the red haze of rage slowly lifted from his mind. �What...?�
He lifted his head, looking at the other man in confusion.

Yamcha glared at the King, his voice rising in anger. �Vegeta will not be forced into marrying
anyone, I don�t care what you want, you are just pushing him into this because you
can�t admit your own feelings for Bardock!�
He stepped forward and shoved the King back, face contorted in
anger. �I won�t let you do this to
him,� Yamcha ground out, before throwing his head back and letting out a primal
howl of rage.

King Vegeta grunted in surprise and pain as the younger man
slammed into him, both of them hitting the floor and rolling around, Yamcha�s
fists swinging wildly.

Puar was about to yell at Yamcha, when the sound of
flapping wings caught her attention.
She looked up, and saw a large, brown owl sitting on the windowsill,
watching the fight. She wasn�t quite
sure why, but the large bird gave her an uneasy feeling in the pit of her
stomach. She wisely decided to remain
silent and stay out of the way.

~~oOo~~

Oolong seethed as he watched the two men rolling around on
the floor, exchanging blows. *So, not only is this one a perfect replica of the
first Marquis, he�s fallen in love with the Prince, and taken advantage of
Saiyan anatomy just as his great, great-grandfather did,* he flapped his wings
in agitation. *Now he�s trying to carry on the line, I won�t let it
happen! I will destroy him, and the
Prince too,* the ogre flew into the darkness, already formulating a plan.

~~oOo~~

Bardock raced into the room, Roshi and Celeste not far
behind. �Stop it, both of you!� He cried, dragging a still naked Yamcha off
the King. �What is the meaning of
this?� The burly general demanded.

�He�s insane! Look
at the levels he�s sunk to, to force his son to bend to his will!� Yamcha shouted, pointing at Vegeta, who sat
on the bed, covering himself with a blanket, one corner of his lower lip
bleeding.

*What happened?�
Celera gestured, rushing over and gently stroking Vegeta�s cheek.

�Yes, what exactly did happen here?� Roshi asked, looking back and forth between
the three men.

Yamcha quickly told them what the King had said to them,
about the marriage, locking them both away, and finding a way to stop Vegeta�s
pregnancy.

Bardock inhaled sharply as Yamcha finished, staring at his
former lover with slitted, glittering eyes.
�You,� he began, striding quickly toward the King, intending to knock
some sense into him, literally.

Everyone blinked as Celera stalked up to her husband,
grabbing him by his coarse, spiky hair and yanking, eliciting a startled cry of
pain from the King, before leading him into the hall. She paused in the doorway, gesturing for Bardock to follow. *Wait
here, we�ll be back,* she signed to Roshi, Yamcha and Vegeta.

Roshi sighed as he walked over to the water pitcher,
wetting a piece of cloth and bringing it to Yamcha. �Let�s get you cleaned up, Vegeta, then I would like you two to
explain what, exactly, is going on.�

Vegeta nodded silently, watching as Korin and Puar padded
down the hall after Celera, Bardock and the King.

~~oOo~~

�Let me go, dammit woman!�
Vegeta roared, yanking free of his wife�s grasp, losing a few hairs in
the process. He growled loudly, then
gasped as Bardock gripped his arms, bending them painfully behind his
back. �Bardock!� He winced, as the other man put pressure on
his wrists, forcing him to stand on his toes.
�Take your hands off me at once!�
He shouted.

�Yes, that�s it, your royal high and mighty pain in the
ass.� Bardock hissed. �Scream a little louder, attract the
attention of all the guards so they come and investigate, and find your son in bed
with the new Marquis,� he smirked as the King�s mouth snapped shut.

The irate King cursed and muttered under his breath all the
way to his own bedchamber, scowling as Celera threw open the door, and Bardock
threw him down on the bed.

*How dare you?* Celera gestured, stepping forward and
glowering at him. *You knew Vegeta was against getting married to that woman,
why couldn�t you leave him alone? This
whole situation is your fault!* She crossed her arms and turned away from
him.

�Wha...me, my fault?!
How the hell is it my fault?!�
Vegeta sputtered, face nearly purple with anger.

�You know it is,� said Bardock. �You planned all this, never consulting either of us, because you
knew that we�d try to talk you out of it.
You intended for this to take place no matter what any of us, including
our son, thought,� the burly soldier shook his head, walking over to the window
and staring out at the stars. �All
because you couldn�t stand the thought that your son might share your, and your
father�s, and your father�s father�s, proclivity for men,� he sighed. �Your grandfather didn�t try too hard to
keep what had happened a secret, how your father was conceived, he seemed proud
of the fact that Saiyan males could do something so amazing.� Bardock turned to the King. �It was your father that was ashamed of it,
and tried to hide it when he conceived you.
He passed that shame on to you in full, didn�t he?�

Vegeta hung his head, gnawing on his lower lip.

�I�ve put up with this long enough,� Bardock said
softly. He strode over to the
door. �Whatever Vegeta decides to do,
he has my support, I am going to tell _my son_, that, before I leave.�

�Leave? What do you
mean, leave?� The King was on his feet
instantly.

�I mean, simply, that I�m moving out of the estate behind
the castle. Horetsu is dead, there is
no need for me to be on the palace grounds.
Raditz, Turles and Kakarott are comfortably settled in their own homes,
with their own families, and I�m sick of standing around here, day in, day out,
trying not to show how I feel about you, because you�re too damned ashamed to
admit you love me in return.� Bardock
spun on his heel and was gone.

King Vegeta stared after the other man, eyes wide. �Bardock,� he whispered. He yelped as Celera�s hand connected with
his cheek.

*Don�t just stand there, you fool, go after him!* She began
shoving him out the door.

Vegeta snapped out of his daze, and ran after him. �Bardock!
Wait,� he cried, grabbing the general�s thick bicep.

Bardock paused, taking a deep breath before whirling to
face the King. �You go too far,
Vegeta!� He snapped, fist shooting up
and connecting with his jaw. �First you
take my son from me, and I don�t see him for three years,� he cried, dragging a
hand down his face. �Then you give me a
child, but he has no birthright, other than the adopted son of a general, and
now, you force our first born into a marriage he doesn�t want, so you don�t
have to worry about feeling ashamed of how your grandchild is conceived!� He spun and ran up the hall, eyes shining as
his lips twisted into a snarl.

The surprised King sat sprawled on the carpet, rubbing his
sore jaw for several moments.
�Bardock!� Vegeta leapt to his
feet and sprinted after him, grabbing him by his tunic and pulling hard.

Both men growled as they wound up falling to the floor,
wrestling and rolling around.

Celera watched in amusement. *I think Bardock�s finally
gotten through to him, perhaps now he�ll finally admit how he really
feels.*

Vegeta staggered to his feet, pulling Bardock up with
him. �Get your ass back in that room,
we�re not finished yet,� he ordered.

Bardock tried to pull away, glaring at the King as he
refused to relinquish his hold. �I have
nothing more to say to you,� he said with a note of finality.

�Very well then, you will sit and listen to what I have to
say.� Vegeta dragged the general back
into his bedchambers. �Leave us,
woman,� he ordered.

Celera nodded, smirking, as she slipped out of the room,
almost tripping over the two cats, as they pushed their way in.

As soon as the door shut, Bardock wrenched free of the
other man�s grasp. �Twenty six years,
Vegeta,� he growled angrily. �Over a
quarter of a century, I�ve stood by you!
And what did I get in return? It
took until after our second son was born for me to be able to spend time with
both of my children, and still, even after all this time, you are ashamed of
what happened.� He punched the wall,
leaving a sizeable indent. �All these years,
I stayed silent, did as you asked, gave up my first-born son, kept my distance
in public, because I loved you, and I respected your feelings. When did you respect mine, Vegeta?� Bardock asked quietly, sitting on the bed.

King Vegeta sighed heavily, dragging his hands through his
hair. �I...you are right, Bardock,� he
sat down beside him. �I have asked a
lot of you over the years. And gave you
very little in return.� The older man
hung his head. �Perhaps I have also
gone too far forcing Vegeta into this marriage, as well.�

Bardock quirked an eyebrow. �Perhaps?� He
smirked.

�Oh alright!�
Vegeta snapped. �I knew Vegeta
was showing signs of following in my footsteps, and I wanted to nip it in the
bud. You and Celera were right, I
should have listened to you,� he scowled at the other man. �There, I admitted I was wrong, are you
happy now?�

Bardock nodded.
�Partially.�

The King shifted uncomfortably, as a war began to rage
within him, between his heart, and his pride. *Dammit...I know what he wants me
to say,* he thought, cheeks flushing slightly. *But do I dare say it? Can I say it?* Finally, his heart won out.
He turned and leaned forward, until their faces were less than an inch
apart. �I�m sorry, Bardock,� he
whispered, before brushing his lips against Bardock�s in a feather light
kiss.

The general stared at Vegeta, eyes wide and disbelieving.
�You...you�re apologizing?�

Vegeta chuckled.
�Yes, I am. I know it�s not
something many have heard from me, but I�m sure before this day is through I
will be saying it many times over,� he sighed, slipping his arms around
Bardock�s waist.

�Mm hmm,� Bardock nodded, leaning forward and resting his
head on Vegeta�s shoulder. �You�ll be
apologizing to Celera, Yamcha, and our son, why, you�ll be apologizing more
today that you probably have in your entire life,� he snickered as Vegeta
growled softly.

�Yes, yes. Very
funny, Bardock.� Vegeta scowled, then
his expression softened. �While I seem
to be in the mood for setting aside my pride and admitting my feelings, there
is one more thing I should say.� He
turned and nuzzled the other man�s unruly sable hair. �I love you,� he whispered.
�And I�m sorry it took me 26 years to say it to you.�

Bardock�s eyes slid closed, as he took a deep, shuddering
breath. �I knew you cared, but it still
feels better, hearing you say it,� he wrapped his arms around Vegeta�s
shoulders, and rested his forehead against Vegeta�s. �I love you too.�

~~oOo~~

Korin smiled as he listened to the two men finally
confessing their feelings for each other. *It�s about damn time,* he thought,
then suddenly shivered as his body began to tingle. *What�s happening to me?*
He wondered, as his throat grew warm.
He looked over at Puar, and quickly darted to the door.

Puar looked at him in puzzlement, following and helping him
to pull the door open wide enough for them to slip out. �What�s wrong?� She asked quietly, as they pushed the door shut.

�I...I don�t know,� Korin said, shaking his head. �I feel strange.�

Puar nearly fell over in shock. �Korin!� She whispered
loudly. �Did...did you just...talk?�

Korin stared at her.
�I...I suppose I did,� he said quietly, looking at her with wide green
eyes.

�Come on, let�s get back and see how the others are
doing.� Puar raced down the hall,
feeling elated. �I can�t believe it!�
She said happily. �You can
talk!� Perhaps you can shape shift too,
like me,� she stopped on the stairs and turned to stare at him. �That means just one more step, and we�re
free!� She cried, then ran over and
nuzzled him with a loud purr.

Korin nuzzled back, purring as well. �We have a lot of catching up to do,� he
said softly, as they lay down on the stairs and, for the first time in 100
years, had a proper conversation.

~~oOo~~

The Marquis� estate....

Oolong paced back and forth in the main family room,
smirking as his boots scuffed over the decades old bloodstains. �This is the room where I killed them all,�
he smirked. �This is where it began,
and this is where it shall end.� He
once again transformed into an owl, and flew back toward the palace.

~~oOo~~

The Royal Palace...

King Vegeta smiled as he pulled his lover closer. �It�s been too long, Bardock.�

�Agreed.� Bardock
nuzzled the King�s neck, tongue flicking out to taste smooth, bronzed
skin. �I�ve missed this, Vegeta,� he
breathed, before his hands slid into the other man�s silk shirt.

�Hnn...as have I,� Vegeta moaned softly, then his neck as
Bardock nipped gently at the sensitive skin.
He buried his hands in his lover�s hair as the other man gently pushed
him back onto the bed, nimble fingers stripping away his shirt, and undoing his
pants. �Bardock,� he breathed, arching
into the younger Saiyan�s touch as Bardock stroked his chest.

�Hmm?� The burly
soldier smirked as he quickly removed his own clothing, laying down beside
Vegeta and pulling a thick blanket over them.

The King cupped Bardock�s handsome face in his hands,
pulling him close for a long, lingering kiss.
He snuggled up to the younger man, hands roaming the other�s broad back
eagerly.

�So which of us gets to be on top?� Bardock leered, causing the King to burst
out laughing.

Vegeta tried to suppress his laughter and hold a straight
face. �If I�m not mistaken,� he snickered. �You were on top last time, hence Raditz�s conception, yes?� Bardock nodded. �Well then,� he growled, all but pouncing on the younger
Saiyan. �That would make it my turn.�

Bardock gasped as Vegeta�s hands darted down, grasping his
arousal and squeezing gently. �Ahn,� he
shivered, hands fisted in the sheets as Vegeta nipped lightly along his
shoulder.

Vegeta stared down at his lover, memorizing every inch of
his face and body. *I�ve been a fool,*
he berated himself. *My pride has kept us apart for half our lives. But no more Bardock, I promise you that,* he
thought, before throwing himself into the task of pleasing his lover.

Bardock moaned, undulating sensuously as the other Saiyan�s
hands skimmed across his abdomen, making his muscles twitch. �Hnn...Vegeta,� he purred, as the King
nipped, licked and kissed his way down his chest.

�Patience, Bardock,� Vegeta smirked. �We�ve waited this long, a few more moments
won�t hurt you.�

�Dammit, Vegeta, I-�
Bardock�s protest was cut off as his lover pushed two fingers into his
mouth. The burly Saiyan growled softly,
looking up at him with narrowed eyes before sucking on the digits, coating them
liberally with saliva.

Vegeta leaned down, rubbing their noses together as he
moved his hand down between the other Saiyan�s muscular thighs. �Enough with that sharp tongue of yours,
Bardock, I can think of better things for you to do with that mouth,� he
murmured, seizing his lips in a searing kiss as he pushed a finger into
him.

Bardock groaned into the kiss, hips rocking as Vegeta added
a second finger and slowly moved them in and out of the tight opening. �Ah!
Please, Vegeta,� he rasped, twining their legs together and
wrapping his arms around him.

The King shuddered violently, his lover�s plea nearly
wiping away what little self-control he had left. He pulled his hand away, sliding one arm around Bardock�s waist
as he settled between his thighs, the head of his arousal pressing against his
lover�s entrance.

Both men gasped, muscles tense as Vegeta slowly pushed into
his lover.

The King cursed softly under his breath, fighting to keep
from climaxing as he slid into the tight heat.
He paused, trying to regain control of his senses.

�Vegeta...� Bardock
ground out, hips bucking slightly. �Move,� he growled, legs sliding up to wrap
around the older Saiyan�s waist.

The King slid his other arm around Bardock, holding him
tightly as he began to rock his hips, taking his lover with slow, deep
thrusts.

Bardock whimpered, clutching the other man tightly with his
arms and legs, his own erection trapped between them. �Vegeta, I,� he gasped, his head tossing from side to side as he
arched up to meet his lovers� gentle thrusts.
�I want more...�

Vegeta
moaned softly as his lover began to tremble beneath him, Bardock�s voice
growing louder as he pleaded for more.
He buried his face in the crook of the younger Saiyan�s neck, one hand
sliding down to wrap around his lover�s arousal.

Bardock�s head snapped back, a guttural cry escaping him as
Vegeta�s hand slid up and down his length, his thrusts coming harder and
faster.

Both Saiyans clutched each other tightly as they arched and
rocked against each other, their passion building to a fever pitch. The blanket slid to the floor, pillows soon
following as their movements became more frantic.

Bardock�s fingers dug into the older Saiyan�s back, his
eyes clenched tightly shut. �Yes,
Vegeta!� He cried out, teeth bared as
he clung to his lover.

The older Saiyan growled in response, sweat running down
his face as he panted harshly.

Both men stiffened, dual cries of release muffled by each
other�s lips as they shared a hungry kiss.

Vegeta slowly rolled off Bardock, lying down beside him and
immediately pulling his lover close.
�Now where did that damn blanket go?�
He muttered, as the chilly evening air hit his sweat-slicked skin. He grumbled as he reached over and pulled it
up off the floor, covering them both once more.

Bardock grinned as he snuggled under the heavy blanket with
his lover.

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him. �And just what is so funny?�
He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

�Nothing,� Bardock answered, nuzzling his chin. �Just thinking that I�m going to enjoy
making up for lost time.�

�Aha. Now I see
where the boys got their sex drive,� he chuckled, earning himself a playful
swat from the general.

~~oOo~~

Yamcha lay on the bed, Vegeta sprawled on top of him. �Don�t worry Vegeta. Bardock and Celera will talk some sense into
your father.�

�He�s right!� Roshi
said, pacing the room nervously. �If
anyone can make him listen to reason, it�s those two.�

�Besides, you know he couldn�t have meant all those awful
things, Vegeta,� Yamcha stroked the Prince�s upswept hair. �He wasn�t thinking properly, give him time,
I�m sure he�s sorry by now that he ever said it.�

Vegeta growled softly, nuzzling deeper into Yamcha�s
embrace. �I don�t care,� he said
petulantly. �I�m not marrying that
female, and if it means I can�t be who and what I want to be, then I don�t want
the crown, either. I want out of here,
the sooner, the better!�

All three men looked up as a large, brown owl flew into the
room, settling on a bedpost.

�I�m glad you feel that way, my dear Prince,� the owl said,
slowly changing into a giant, winged serpent.
�It makes what I�m about to do a whole lot easier!� The creature laughed maniacally as it looped
itself around Vegeta and took to the air.

�Vegeta!� Yamcha
cried, jumping up and trying to free the Prince from the thing�s grasp. He was sent flying by the creature�s tail,
smashing into a wall and slumping to the floor, unconscious.

Oolong chuckled.
�Hey, old man,� he called to a fearful, trembling Roshi. �Tell him that if he wants his Prince back,
he has to come see me at his ancestral home.
We�ll be waiting,� he snickered.

Roshi cried out as the huge serpent shot a fireball from its
mouth, knocking a large hole in the wall, before disappearing into the night
with the screaming, struggling Prince in tow.

Puar and Korin raced into the room, darting around looking
for their friends.

King Vegeta, Bardock and Celera followed soon after, drawn
by the sound of the explosion. Celera
ran to Yamcha�s side and checked him for injuries, while Roshi explained to
them all what had happened.

Korin jumped up on the bed, sniffing the air. The odor of
rancid pork made him recoil in disgust.
�Oolong,� he growled. �You
bastard, you won�t get away with this.�

�Oh no,� cried Puar.
�He must have known Yamcha is the descendant of the Marquis, all along!�

�Which means he also knows about the Prince being able to
bear children, and that he could carry the next generation,� Korin said, tail
twitching in anger.

�We�ve got to do something!� Puar cried, turning to Yamcha, only to find four very shocked
people staring at them.

�Did...those cats just start talking?� Roshi asked, face pale.

�Oh boy, here we go again,� Korin sighed, sitting down and
preparing to give them an extremely abbreviated version of the story.

To Be Continued......

GAH! Oolong�s got Vegeta! *thwaps gross little
pig guy* Can Yamcha save him? Will Korin
and Puar ever be free of the curse?
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