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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pure Evil 5: End of Evil

By Sefiru

Pairing: K/V

Warnings: NC-17, yaoi, oral, anal,
BDSM, kink, evil

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Kakarott.

Macha: the King of Saiyans can get away with it as much as he likes. ^^

ladyshadowdragon: no level 4 in this one, sorry.
(I don�t like the way it looks.)

Katonie: *gives tissues* You
really get worked up over these things don�t you.

Zofo: As I recall, in the TV show Goku
*didn�t* keep his clothes on half the time � which is why Vegeta liked
provoking him so much. ^^

In this chapter: what passes for plot in here.

***

Chapter 8: Angry Old Men

***

�� Vegeta the Elder
straightened the papers on his desk with an ill-tempered growl. Since the
so-called Royal Tournament he hadn�t heard a word from any of his allies, or
any sign that they�d influenced those close to the King. He ground his teeth.
What bizarre power did Kakarott have to beguile his people like this?

�� He heard a tap on
his door and smiled as Captain Berjiin entered. The
Captain was his oldest and staunchest ally; they had worked side by side
through all their years of hiding. The new regime had reassigned him as a mere
village mayor, so Vegeta was unsurprised that he had joined the current
endeavor. �Captain, thank you for coming. I have not
heard from the others in the last week.�

�� Nor will you,� Bergiin said, his tail swinging from side to side. �I
thought you should have an explanation, at least.�

�� It began to
percolate into Vegeta�s mind that something was amiss. �What do you mean?�

�� I mean that I
cannot continue in your underhanded scheme against the King.�

�� What? Simply
because of that extravagant display � �

�� Which you ran away from rather than participate in.� Berjiin lashed his tail. �Did you think we wouldn�t notice?
Your reluctance to acknowledge anyone of greater power is unbecoming, and it
puts some of your past actions in a very poor light.�

�� Vegeta�s face
went red. Berjiin had come within a hair of calling
him a coward. A coward for not groveling before a third-class upstart! �What of
our pride?� he demanded.

�� What of it?� Berjiin shrugged. �The work of a mayor is not so different
from that of a ship�s captain; I had forgotten that somewhere along the way.
And a Minister of Infrastructure is hardly unimportant. You speak like one
whose pride is small, clutching at every crumb.�

�� Vegeta opened his
mouth to retort, but when Berjiin turned to leave it
became, �Where are you going?!�

�� I go to throw
myself on the King�s mercy. Perhaps you should think of doing the same.�

***

�� Raditz was up a tree, doing his paperwork with one eye and
making sure his kids didn�t fall on their heads with the other. If you asked
him, a tree branch was the best place to do paperwork; he had a lot more
chances to think about that these days. Children�s welfare
and spywork, what a combo. The upshot was that
just about everyone knew that on Monday and Friday mornings, they could find
him in the biggest tree in the town square. Offices were for sissies.

�� He didn�t need
to tune in his ki sense to tell if someone was coming, either, because all four
of his chibies would quietly wander up and attach
themselves to him. They could always tell if someone was just passing by, too.
He didn�t know how they did it, but this time they announced a Saiyan whose face he knew all too well. Conspiracies,
yay. He could have been out exploring the
universe, slaying evil Dragons with a magic sword named Grignr
or something. But noooo �

�� Hello? Prince Raditz?�

�� Captain Berjiin. What do you want.�

�� The older Saiyan tilted his head up at him. �I would like to be added
to the roster for the next High Court.�

�� Why don�t you
get � oh, for Kami�s sake, come up here.�
Raditz waited while Berjiin
hauled himself up onto the next branch. He didn�t look like he�d ever climbed a
tree before; ship-bred types usually hadn�t. Raditz
started over. �Why don�t you get Vegeta-jii to do it?
He�s a minister.�

�� I�ve had a �
falling out with him.�

�� Oh? Well, that
made his job easier. He�d expected something like this after Kakarott�s
spectacular domination display � Saiyan instincts would
be obeyed. That didn�t mean he was going to be nice, though. �What makes you think I�m going to help you?�

�� Berjiin turned an interesting shade of puce. �It is
extremely important � the King must know � please, my Prince ��

�� All right, all right.� Sesemi
peeked out from the shelter of Raditz�s mane, sniffed
at the visitor, and made a high-pitched churr. As he tapped buttons on his compad,
the other three chibies joined in. �Looks like I�m
outvoted anyway. Sign here.�

�� Berjiin made his mark in the appropriate box. �Thank you,
Prince Raditz,� he said before climbing down. �I
shall remember your assistance.�

�� Sure, whatever.� Maybe he could get a magic sword off Koshubu?

***

�� High Court is,
as usual, not as interesting as Kakarott � the back of his knee is especially
fine today, and I haven�t taken my fingers off it since we sat down. His
clothes are a minor obstacle which he refuses to leave at home. Something about the formality of the occasion.

�� However, I sit
up and take notice when I see our next petitioner is my old man�s pet starship
captain. Berjiin falls face down on the carpet � not
so unusual these days � and begins, �I come to beg your mercy, my King.�

�� Hn. I would have said, punish me as you see fit; Berjiin lacks the trust to submit himself fully. Hanging
around my father will do that to a man.

�� Oh? And why
would my mercy be needed?� Kakarott has playing dumb
down to an art form (he�s had a lot of practice). As he intends, the question
results in a torrent of confessions, most of which we already know about. Half
of Berjiin�s rambling boils down to I�ve been an idiot, please don�t kill me!
He�s obviously scared spitless. No doubt he�s heard
all the stories about what Kakarott does to his enemies, and his own shame
makes him expect the worst. Still staring at the carpet, he doesn�t see
Kakarott�s faint smile.

�� Come here,� he
orders. Berjiin creeps forward until he�s at
Kakarott�s feet, tail coiled tight with nervousness. Kakarott�s hand comes down
� to scratch behind his ears. I�m in the perfect place to catch his look of
complete astonishment; I hold back a laugh. Kakarott holds him there until his
tail unfurls and relaxes, then tells him to sit up.

�� He happens to
catch my eye as he rises; I arch my eyebrows at him and run my hand down
Kakarott�s shin. My mate: he is that
good. Kakarott says, �Berjiin, I know you did what
you believed was right, and in the end no harm was done.� Berjiin
winces. Not just a conspiracy, but a botched conspiracy � oh, the shame of it.
Kakarott continues, �Is your new job really that bad?�

�� Well, no. I
don�t envy young Turles the way he runs around like a
spearhorn all day, either.� Now that�s a good, honest
Saiyan answer. After a few more
formalities, Berjiin exits � backwards, on his knees
� with declarations of eternal gratitude.

�� Forty years
stuck with Vegeta-jii,� Kakarott muses. �Seems like a
fate worse than death.�

�� One more thing
I�m glad I avoided,� I agree. �And who�s our next contestant?�

***

Vegeta: wait, that�s it? No fight scenes?

Kakarott: This is your father we�re
talking about. I could knock him down with a flick of my pinkie.

Vegeta: Okay, but you have to make it up to me with wild monkey sex.

In the Final Chapter: you see here a yellow fruit called
citrus. Pick it up (y/n)?
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