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Pure Evil 4: A New Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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: Hey, I just have a very
visual imagination � trust me, action sequences (of, ahem, any type) are much
easier for me to write than angsty internal dialogue
and stuff.

Fly: you know I never pass up an opportunity for snark
^^

Starlight_dragon: I figured making all Dragonball�s talking animals Human shapeshifters
made more sense than them randomly being able to talk. As for Oolong: (a) he
has been a pig as long as he can remember � if he first changed as a toddler
(does he ever say his parents were pigs?) (b) a shapeshifter might say �I�m a pig� the same way we say �I�m
a redhead�, or (c) he clearly has issues about being such a poor shifter � as I
recall, he dropped out of shapeshifters� school. Take
yer pick.

Pun_xy: Dragonball�s shapeshifters are, like, the most underused power ever.
Yes, I�m bitter. So bitter I�m going to spend a whole chapter
messing with Vegeta for no apparent reason.

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Chapter 8: Negi and nightmares

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�� I drop my tray onto the mess hall table and
survey the crowd. While I detest eating in the middle of a pack, but it lets me
keep track of gossip and enhance my reputation; the crew takes the fact that I
stand up to eat as a sign of toughness. Only Gohan understands
what I�m really doing. Stand or kneel, do
not sit. Keep your hands behind your back. Don�t touch your tail. Don�t touch
your knees together. Don�t lick or suck anything. These are the rules which
Kakarott imposed on me. And they are helping; now that I can feel his presence
in my mind at every moment, my tail once more swings (untouched) behind me, and
my smirk comes easily. I feel relaxed.

�� At least when no one is bothering me, that is. Right on cue,
another tray clatters down across from me. �Good evening, my lord. My name is Negi.� I know that. She has said it every time she speaks
to me, at least twice a day since she joined us from the Biran. I ignore her; if I don�t
look directly at it, it can�t destroy my brain. �I never imagined a warrior
could be as powerful as you. You�re stupendous! No one can stand against you.�
She can�t even come up with original flattery. �No king could ever keep you in
his grasp. And he�s not here now � you must be eager to exercise your power.
There are so many here who would flock to your name.� So, she expects me to
cheat on my mate, the most powerful mortal in the universe, with some third-rate
wifflehead? I don�t think so.

�� Flatter,
insinuate, lather, rinse, repeat. I go back to
ignoring her. The meal tonight is baked ribs; I recall the last time I ate
baked ribs on a spaceship. When Kakarott showed me just how he trusts me. For
that memory I haven�t licked my fingers eating ribs since then. And my pants
are always a little tight afterwards � once Kakarott noticed and licked my
fingers clean for me, and then made me lick his in return. I smirk, then scowl. Five weeks. It�s been five weeks since I last
felt his fingers, touched his lips.

�� I wipe my fingers
on a napkin and walk out of the mess hall, leaving my tray on the table � rank
does have some privileges. A new development � the chattering female follows
me. Unbelievable as it may seem, she is even more annoying than pre-Cell Goku. This counts as a wonder of the natural world, since
that Goku was the result (so he has told me) of
Kakarott deliberately trying to infuriate me into ascending. What�s more, it
worked. At this rate, I might even
cross over to level three. She doesn�t even have a sexy voice � not like him. An imperceptible shiver runs down
my spine. I should choose some music and start rehearsing new dances. Make
myself so attractive that when I return he has no thoughts other than pounding
me through the floor.

�� Here in the halls
it�s harder to ignore the female�s chattering. �Have you ever considered what
kind of person would need to keep you under his heel? He�s obviously insecure
about his power! I don�t know what he�s holding over your head, but if you just
confront him you can be free of him forever!� I�m about to slap her for the
insult to my mate, when she comes out with, �Don�t you realize he only keeps
you subordinate because he doesn�t trust you?�

�� I can�t help it
� I laugh in her face. �You are an idiot, woman.� She sands still in shock; I
keep right on walking.

***

�� I�m dreaming. A very pleasant dream, because
warm hands are stroking my skin, nape to knee, leaving me limp and tingling in
their wake. I feel like the aftermath of really good sex; too bad I seem to
have missed the main event. There is a warm body at my back, and I turn and
look up �

�� -- Into the face
of a total stranger. I wake up with a start. What the fuck was that? Damn
dreams. I don�t even remember what the dream person looked like, so he can�t
have been amazingly sexy either. The separation must getting
to me; either I have contracted an exotic brain disease due to lack of sex, or
I subconsciously don�t trust myself to stay faithful to Kakarott this far away
from him. Miserable ball of lizard neurons; I�ll show my subconscious who�s
boss.

***

� ��Seven weeks. The second rendezvous goes
suspiciously smoothly: the fleet is intact and their communications are fully
functional; we actually find them on course for Earth, following one of my old
man�s last messages. They�ve been running silent due to some run-ins with
pirates. Since they�re not in any pressing danger, we point them home, trade a
few crew members and continue on our way. And Negi
still hasn�t shut up.

�� The
sex-with-a-total-stranger thing becomes a recurring dream. It gets longer with
each repetition, and though I can never remember the faces I�m sure they�re
different each time; once I�m positive it was Mr. Satan. I swear, if Ren is messing with my head
I�ll mash her into the bulkhead, kai or no kai. I am trying to figure out how to find out without
asking her when Gohan buzzes my door. �Come in, boy.�

�� He enters, sits
down and wisely doesn�t comment on my appearance. �What do you want?�

�� I have an idea
about letting the crew get to know each other without landing half of them in
sickbay.�

�� So? It�s the Saiyan way to fight for dominance.�

�� Not if we hold a
dance instead. You know as well as I that we�re going to meet Brolli at the third rendezvous and we can�t afford the
medical supplies for all this unnecessary brawling.�

�� Your humanity is
showing.�

�� So sue me. You
know I have a point. Besides, we could tape it and send it home, if you know
what I mean.�

�� I�ll consider
it.� But he�s sold me with his last point. Payback,
Kakarott! I make the announcement that same night.

�� The main training
hall is transformed into a dance floor by the addition of some colored lights
and banners. Ren is managing the sound system; I
trust she won�t do anything too strange with it. I am the last one to arrive,
and the music is already thundering when I walk in. Conversation stops, and all
eyes turn towards me; they know I�m sexy and they know they can�t have me.
Instead of my training suit I�m wearing skintight jeans, a flowing silk shirt
with Kakarott�s leather shackles at the cuffs, my
high-heeled sandals and, of course, my collar.�

�� They sweep deep
bows to me as I walk to my seat. Gohan is already in
the chair beside it, wearing an outfit made entirely of black vinyl. With buckles. I would wonder why he brought such clothing on
a deep-space mission, but I�m guilty of the same lack of logic,
and a good thing too. I stretch out next to him. �Let�s get this show started. Hands off, Gohan.�

�� He blinks and
stops ogling me. �As if. Videl
would kick my ass.�

�� So would your
father.� I need a few songs to get in the mood, so I let the crew dance first;
the insufferable Negi is in the lead of every number.
I contemplate locking her in a closet for the rest of the trip.

�� After twenty
minutes I�ve lost my workday tension � Kakarott does it for me in twenty
seconds, usually. I step out onto the dance floor and the crew falls back,
leaving a clear space all around me. Ren nods that
she�s cued up my selected music. �People. You know
this is being recorded and sent home. So this one�s for the
King.�

***

Muahahahaha cliffhanger!

Poor Vegeta. Even his subconscious is
ganging up on him.

Next chapter is a lemon (duh). Also, Kakarott has a day out.
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