Survival of the Fittest

Hello again. Yes it’s been a while. I did stop writing altogether, I took up a new interest after I had to repair the roof of my house and at the same time got into a renovation show called “The Block” here in my city and while I still have a lot more to do, I ‘m happy I had the chance to change my house a little. I have a hell of a lot more room in my room now, although I have to get my act together and sell the stuff that might make money on ebay that is still in my room. And my garden is fast turning into a no mowing garden well in the front anyway, the back’s still a bit of a jungle of weeds—I’ll get to it in due time, I have plans now and that’s a huge difference. Still getting behind on my writing group proved the spur to get back to my unfinished stories. This one first. It’s deviated from the dream I had that started it all, but then that’s what happens. I also have a new computer, but it has bugs that are proving hard to get rid of, so if the spelling is slightly wrong, it]s because it might be on Australian spelling and grammar, so please respect that I am Australian and we do things a little different in that regard. I’ve tried to spell American but sometimes I miss it or I just don’t realize that it’s different to ours, although the comp just changed my spelling on realized then… we use an s not a z. Anyway, lets hope I don’t revert back to my reno ways and I can get this finished. Still not beta’ed , probably never will be, sorry about that, I have begged all I can…

Survival Of The Fittest continued,,,
By fyrbyrd


Kakarott was allowed back into training when the rut passed him. He was pleased to see his brother while coherent, and pleased that he was pregnant to his huge mate. When told they had both pleasured him during his season, he turned quite red, his first thoughts that Nappa had to be nearly as big as Broly. He quickly shook that thought off; he did not want to remember that horror ever again.

Fighting and fucking seemed to become his life now, every three months brought on another rut and he soon exhausted the steriles. Nappa came and serviced him again, but Raditz was not allowed as he was caring for their new son Korrn and Nappa was not about to let another touch his mate now.

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At fifteen Kakarott had surpassed the trainers. Anyone at his old camp would not have recognized the boy, having changed from a weakling into something far stronger than they could imagine.

The camp councilor knew he could wait no longer, the boys would have to be sent to the arena now, as they had matured a lot faster than other boys their age from the ordeal they had gone through with Broly. He was once more forced to send a message to the King because again Vegeta was not interested in his property.

The King came to the camp to see for himself why the councilor felt the need to send them on. He watched as the trainers put them through their paces, allowed them to raise their ki. With Krezz and Kakarott he was impressed with the strength in them, impressed and shocked knowing what their readings had been when they were younger. He had read Kakarott’s file, seeing the name down as his father also interested him, he had heard of Toma when he was in the army, a first class soldier being able to retire, and then find a mate, a freeborn mate… There was no measure for the mother’s power level, they had not had a chance to take it before he was killed, but it had been rumored that he was strong, perhaps stronger than his first class mate. Kakarott and his brother had been raised by their grandfather before they were taken to the camps. He shut the file. The boy was fifteen, but already going though seasons. There was nothing for it; he would have to be sent to the arena for further training with the other boys. He could not risk sending them to the second class and blabbing about what had happened with Broly. He would be able to set up an isolated training area for them, see how they fared there, but he doubted they would make it to eighteen before they entered the arena. Two years was usually the right amount of time, but… Kakarott and Krezz… And just to look at them, particularly Kakarott. He wished he could be at the arena the day Kakarott made his appearance. Then he grinned to himself, maybe he’d even make Vegeta sit up and take notice. He signed the papers to have the boys sent to the arena, and then wrote up others to have the arena camp sectioned off just for them. All five would go, the other boys were older than Kakarott and would likely stay there longer, perhaps they could merge with the main part. But the three that had bred to Broly already, they would have to remain in seclusion. His mind remembered the fetuses the three had carried, none of them showed any signs of carrying Broly’s illness, and even as small as they were, they would be born powerful. They were in storage, not allowed to grow any further for now, perhaps later in the future they would be allowed to grow, but not yet. There had never been any sign of Broly, and that had been a bit of a worry, what if he was still out there. What if he were able to sense his children? That was why they would remain in stasis, maybe there would be a need for them in the future.

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“This is unprecedented,” said the Master of the arena, “A boy not yet sixteen and he is ready for the arena. He has outclassed even those I thought ready and they are past eighteen.”

His second nodded, “ He has been though two ruts while here Master, he will enter his third very soon, he is driving everyone crazy with lust, I’ve never had so many lose their virginity before they enter the ring, if it weren’t for the King’s demand that even they be allowed into the arena, they’d be in army camps right now.”

“Make the announcement that there will be a special arena tomorrow, we can’t put it off any longer. I will inform the King that his interests are entering the ring. I have no doubt that he will make an appearance tomorrow as well.”

“You think he wants to try for the boy?”

“Once I might have scoffed at the idea, but this boy, even my cock stands at attention for him.”

The second looked shocked, they were both eunuchs, but he understood his Master. Though neither had serviced the boy when he went into rut, many others had and had been exhausted by him. It was going to be an interesting day at the arena tomorrow.

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“Father, I have not known you to attend the arena for a very long time,” said Vegeta as his father made his way into the royal box.

“This is a special day. Did I not mention that two of your boys are on the list today?”

Vegeta was puzzled, “My boys?”

“Yes, those boys that became your property a few years ago, the underage boys that were raped?”

“But that would mean…” Vegeta was at a loss for words.

“Yes, the youngest ever to come to the arena, a boy not quite sixteen heavily in season and stronger than his Masters. I believe the word was he expended little energy taking the rounds to enter the ring. In fact he was the number one. And he’s a true beauty; even I am tempted to try for him.”

“But he’s not a virgin, a third class whore.”

King Vegeta slapped his son’s face, shocking any who saw the act. “The boy is no whore. He needs a strong mate to erase all that was done to him by Broly, and besides, I don’t need to remind you that he has already proved his fertility, now do I?”

Vegeta refused to touch his wounded cheek angered by his father and all that he implied. Would he really try for the boy? Would he try to bring another heir into the world?

The announcement for the first third class to enter the ring came, Krezz would be making his appearance first, he was seventeen now and strong, not as strong as Kakarott, but he was ready. He and the others had bid each other farewell weeks before the rounds started, knowing they might never met again, Timado and Cumba were not ready for the ring, neither was Tchokko.

Nappa made space for his Prince while they all sat. He was just as surprised to hear who would be at the ring. He and Raditz had not seen much of Kakarott since their first cub Korrn was born; now they had Kobe as well as another on the way. Raditz proving just as fertile…
He looked at the King as he sat amongst the usual crowd in the royal box, the man had never been there when he been in the Prince’s service, and that had been a long time. And yet he knew the King had taken over the entire decision making on the boys that belonged to Vegeta. The King showing interest in his mate’s brother was a bit much to comprehend. What was it about Kakarott that had brought the King to the arena, for surely it was for no other reason.

All attention went to Krezz when he made his appearance and then to see so many jump into the ring to fight for him. Eventually the victor mounted the boy, claiming him as mate before they disappeared from the ring. Two others appeared, but their bouts were over quickly and their claiming did not take long either.

Finally the announcement came for Kakarott. The platform rose as they were told that he was the youngest ever to come to the arena and the strongest of those already at the arena. He appeared, his nicely muscled body glistening under the lights, his hair and tail shining, his eyes afire as he exuded the need to mate to all in the room. It was like wave hitting each man there as they drank him into their senses. His tail lashed around him knowing he was the center of attention for all the eyes there. Many were on their feet already, some were openly slathering. Nappa watched in complete surprise when the King rushed to the front the box, mesmerized by Kakarott. Vegeta also jumped to his feet in shock over his father’s behavior, and then he too turned to look at the boy.

The invitation was made and at least twenty men leapt into the ring, but all was hushed when the King did indeed join them exuding his own power. With that display many of the contenders fell back and returned to their seats, but that still left at least twelve others.

“No fucking way,” swore Vegeta as he watched the man eye off his competition. That was all it took to pull him from the box and join all the others on the arena floor, and then it was on from there. The battles were fierce as they all vied to be the one to take Kakarott. But with two of the strongest Elites on the field, it was inevitable who the last to face off were.

The King grinned as he faced his son, “I thought you would never try to claim a third class mate.”

“I’m not, but I will stop you from taking one.”

“So that’s the way it is. You don’t want there to be another heir, is that it? He’s beautiful Vegeta, just look at him and tell me you don’t want him.”

Vegeta had not really looked at Kakarott since the whole thing started, but his eyes now took in the boy rocking restlessly on the platform, his tail lashing too caught up in his need for one of them to win and claim him. Vegeta shook his head to break his vision, yes the boy was magnificent and he felt his cock stir at the sight of him, if he won, he would not be able to stop himself from being lured in by that powerful scent that was clawing at him now. He noticed his father was sniffing at it too, his nostrils flared as the mating lust took him and he threw himself at his father.

The arena literally shook with the battle of the two most powerful men in the Kingdom, anyone in the city had to have thought an earthquake was happening at the time. It was by far the most violent battle the arena had ever known, parts of the structure were literally destroyed by the fight. But in the end there could only be one and while he did not kill his father, Vegeta stood albeit a little crookedly, the victor, his father unconscious and bloody on the ground.

All he wanted to do was go somewhere and lie down, that was until that scent returned, he turned and faced the boy, watched as the plug was pulled from his ass and his tail flicked upwards musking his need further at the Prince. Clutching an injured arm the Prince found himself moving towards the boy, his cock tightening his pants as he moved. He threw the boy down onto his hands and knees, ripped his pants open and thrust hard and fast into the welcoming body and came almost as quickly. He collapsed onto the boy’s strong back, before pulling back and beginning the thrust more slowly building up to a stronger beat as more strength returned to him. Even though he had come once did not mean that was the end to it, he had lost none of the hardness and the boy’s need was driving his own on. His body aches were forgotten as he got on with the job of fucking the boy, wanting to bury himself so deep that the boy would never forget who it was he was being fucked by. Vegeta had no idea how many times he came or how long it really was that he had been thrusting into the body beneath him, but he could feel himself tiring, and there was something he had to do before all this came to an end. He could feel the boy shaking beneath him, smell the boy’s cum all over the floor beneath him, felt himself speeding up as he grabbed the boy’s hips and raised himself up to plunge as deep as he could, once, twice, three times before screaming and opening his mouth to plunge down at the boy’s half turned neck until he tasted blood. He spasmed a few more times as he emptied himself into the boy for the last time, and the boy collapsed into his pool of cum with Vegeta on top of him lapping at the blood before he blacked out.

Vegeta had to be pulled from the boy before being placed on a stretcher like his father had two hours before; most likely he would have to be tanked as the King had been, even if it was only for a few hours to let his body heal. Arena eunuchs tended to Kakarott, cleaning him and leaving him wrapped in a robe in the waiting room, not really sure what to do seeing as the one who had claimed him had had to be tended to for his battle injuries. Nothing like this had ever happened before. The arena itself would have to be repaired, and everyone had witnessed a battle between the King and his only son.

Nappa was the only one to enquire after Kakarott, but he would not go near the boy, he was not the boy’s mate, Vegeta was, and he was not sure what the Prince would do once he was in his right mind again. He knew the Prince had gone after the King for selfish reasons; he had not planned on mating Kakarott like the King would have. He told the eunuchs to care for Kakarott until someone came for him, then he returned home to break the news to his own mate over the fate of his brother.

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King Vegeta sat on a bench in the tank room half dozing as he waited for his son’s time to be up. He had been told that his son had marked the boy as his mate, but he wasn’t exactly sure that Vegeta had actually meant to do it. He was in a state of shock at his own actions; he still couldn’t believe that he had jumped in the arena to make a claim for Kakarott. That had not been his plan; he never wanted to take another after his own mate’s death. He had loved her, one of the last female Saiyans, and she had given him his only son before she too passed on.

He also knew that Kakarott was still at the arena awaiting his recovery by his mate, because he would be the only one Kakarott would let near him apart from the eunuchs. Nappa had reported to him that Kakarott was there and that he seemed despondent without his mate, or so the eunuch had told him.

Finally the tank signaled that the time was over and began to drain. King Vegeta rose to his feet as the face mask was removed from his son’s face. “Damn boy, I knew you were good, but I never expected you to pound me into the dirt.”

Vegeta accepted the towels and began to wipe himself off. “I never expected you to try and claim a new mate either, father.”

“I think it was a spur of the moment thing, although he is a beauty, son. You are very lucky to have such a mate.”

“I told you I do not want any third class whore as my mate.”

The King was startled, ”What?”

“Send the bitch to the army for all I care.”

“But you have marked him as yours, no one in their right mind would touch him, especially after they hear what happened just to claim the boy.”

“I do not care. Have him sterilized and you can have him. I never want to see him again.” With that the Prince strode from the room leaving his father dumbfounded.

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Raditz had been beside himself when Nappa had told him that Kakarott had been claimed by the Prince, but then to learn that Vegeta had rejected his claim…

Nappa tried to console his pregnant mate. “Listen the King has ordered for the eunuchs to bring him here to the palace, they’ll keep him in the medical wing for now.”

“And then what? His seasons almost drove him insane, now he has a mate that doesn’t want him what will happen to him.”

“I don’t know babe. I really don’t know.”

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Kakarott lay in the room provided for him, not wanting to move. He didn’t understand what was happening. Why hadn’t his mate come for him? He could understand that he had injuries from the fight for him, but that had been days ago. He had tried to reach out for his mate mentally, but all he hit were hard blank walls. He’d been told in his classes at the camp that once mated he would form a bond with his mate, that he would be able to speak with and feel their emotions. But he could do neither; all he could feel was the bite mark that still bled a little. Was it because his mate knew he was soiled by Broly, was that why he had been rejected? Did this mean he would never mate with the man again, never bear his children like Raditz was for his mate? What was to become of him?

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