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A Prince Among Slaves	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Prince Among
Slaves

A DBZ Fanfiction

By Sefiru

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta/Raditz/Bardock

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, slavery,
incest, mpreg. This fic
contains consensual adult incest. You have been warned.

Animeslave18: I�m guessing King
Vegeta was still the heir back then, or new to the throne. So people would
still be doing things �for his own good�.

Star-chibi: don�t know if we�ll get to Super Saiyans in this fic � everyone�s
too busy with other things than training ^^

Angelmary89: well, I guess I made you wait a little longer ^^;

I think my update schedule is
officially trashed. So yeah, last weekend was a crap weekend and I had enough
stuff to put in this chapter to delay it for a week and get it all in. I broke
2000 words in this chapter.

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Chapter the Eighth

***

�� Usually, the three warriors of Bardock�s household went through their morning routine one
after another, barely giving Vegeta a chance to catch his breath in between.
So, when several minutes passed between Raditz
leaving the bathroom and Goku stumbling in, he was a
little bit worried. He looked over his shoulder at his master. �Goku, you look like hell.�

�� Grrgh.
I feel like hell.� Goku�s skin was pale; his tail
dragged limply, he moved like each limb was made of lead, and his eyes were
puffy and dull. He sat heavily on the mounting bar beside Vegeta and ran his
hand up and down the slave�s back. �Don�t think I�m up to anything this
morning. Sorry.�

�� You really are sick.� Vegeta was mildly
disappointed; he hadn�t thought there was anything that could reduce Goku�s interest in sex.

�� Meh.
Pregnancy sickness. I knew it was coming.� Goku scrubbed his face with the back of his hand. �I�m gonna get some breakfast, call my boss, and go back to
bed.� He stood up and stumbled out onto the landing; Vegeta, frowning, trailed
after him. Raditz and Bardock were just as alarmed by
Goku�s appearance. Bardock pushed toast and a glass
of milk at him.

�� Eat. I know you don�t feel like it, but
you�re going to need it. And remember, the worse your pregnancy sickness, the
stronger the kid will be.�

�� Small consolation,� Vegeta murmured. Goku was scowling at his plate with the sort of disdain
normally directed at things stuck to the bottom of one�s boots. Raditz hovered between sympathy and amusement.

�� I think I�m glad my heat cycle is so
bloody long. Right now it doesn�t look like it�s worth it.�

�� Legendary forbid you should ever
reproduce,� Vegeta shot back at him. Goku managed a
smile. He also managed to gulp down some food, which meant that Vegeta wouldn�t
have to hold his nose and pour it down his throat.

�� I�m going to get you for that,� Raditz said, thrusting his hips at Vegeta.

�� Well, since you�re not using the rest of
your anatomy ��

�� Raditz snorted
and tossed his plate into the sink. Without being asked, Vegeta took over the
washing up. Goku made the call to his boss and
dragged himself back upstairs while the other two warriors left for the day. Once
the breakfast dishes were put away, Vegeta prowled aimlessly through the house
for a while. There were other chores to be done, but somehow it didn�t sit well
to leave Goku alone when he was like this. Vegeta
knew that it was natural, that it would pass in a day or two, but he still felt
Goku�s discomfort as if it was his own. Finally, he
locked the doors and went to Goku�s bedroom.

��
��Goku
was huddled in his bed, racked with shivers as his child fought its first
battle against his own immune system. He hadn�t had the energy to pull the
blankets over himself; he turned his head towards the door as Vegeta came in.
Without a word, Vegeta crawled onto the bed and curled up around Goku�s chilled body, drawing the blankets over them both.

�� Story,� Goku
mumbled.

�� Hn?�

�� Read me a story. There�s a book under my
bed.�

�� Vegeta leaned over the edge of the
mattress, careful not to break contact with Goku�s
skin. There was a bin of odds and ends down there, and on top was a large,
well-worn volume entitled Exciting
Stories For Boys. The scents of Goku, his father and his brother lingered on it. He brought
it up with him, nestled into Goku�s chest, and opened
it to the first chapter. �Turles and the Tree of
Might,� he read. �Once upon a time, there was a young warrior named Turles ��

�� The stories were all in a similar vein,
featuring brave warriors fighting monsters and discovering treasures, princes
setting impossible challenges to their suitors, and magic dragons that granted
wishes. There was even one featuring a slave; he grew up as a beggar in the
streets but was determined to bond to the lord of the land. So he trained
himself as a sneak thief and slipped into the lord�s chamber every night to
leave him tokens. The lord, intrigued by this clever intruder, ordered all of
his subjects to gather at his castle. The guards stopped the slave from
entering, but the lord caught his scent on their hands and demanded that he be
brought to him. In the end they were bonded just like the slave wanted.

�� After a few stories, Goku
drifted into sleep, and Vegeta read on silently. These were stories intended to
entertain young children, but they were new to him. He snorted under his
breath; his trainers had been perversely accurate in guessing what he would
enjoy and then keeping it from him. He read the book to the end, then set it on
the nightstand and tucked himself in for a nap.

�� He dozed, acting as Goku�s
hot-water bottle, for the rest of the day; he missed lunch without noticing. He
didn�t even realize how much time had passed until Raditz
looked in the door to check on his brother. �So that�s where you�ve got to,� he
said to Vegeta. He opened his mouth to give him an order, and Vegeta gave him a
mulish look. He would rather be whipped later than leave Goku
now.

�� Huh. So that�s the way it is? Guess I�m
not surprised. Did either of you eat anything since breakfast?� At Vegeta�s
headshake, Raditz rolled his eyes. �Idiots.
I�ll put on some soup.� Vegeta settled back into the blankets, satisfied.

***

�� Sure enough, Goku�s
fever quickly cleared up, and he was officially pregnant; the child�s presence
could now be sensed within his own. He was on half time at his job, and he was
using the free time to arrange a party to celebrate the event. And Vegeta was
going to be the main attraction.

�� Actually, dad invited his team over,� Goku explained as they walked down the street, Vegeta�s
tail curled around his wrist. �They�re all pretty close, especially Toma. He was at my deflowering, too. You�ll like him, he�s
hung.�

�� Vegeta growled curiously. Except for his
dance classes, he rarely saw anyone but Goku and his
family, and he liked it that way. But if Goku said
that someone was hung, well, then �

�� Dad wants me to show you off,� Goku continued. �Any ideas?�

�� I would like to try a post dance, if I
may.�

�� Ooh, they�ll like that. We�ll have to buy
the post, though. Good thing I was going to that shop anyway!� They had already
been to a dozen businesses, buying everything from snacks to garden torches.
Fortunately for Vegeta�s back, all of it was currently in Goku�s
truck. �And here we are.�

�� It was an adult toy and slave equipment
store, filled with every item that Vegeta had ever heard of, and a few he
hadn�t. Goku led him straight to the furniture
section where various benches, frames and stocks were on display. Goku chatted up the salesman while Vegeta wandered through
the section, examining the merchandise. He found an adjustable post that was to
his liking, and Goku arranged to have it delivered �
with its heavy base, neither of them felt like carrying it out. After that, Goku went through the clothing section, as if following a
mental list, and selected thongs, harem pants, and sandals in Vegeta�s size.
Vegeta, who had only basic shorts and body suits to his name, was intrigued.

�� At the checkout, Goku
spotted a rack of gleaming metal plugs with colored crystals set in the base.
He added one to his pile; before they left the store,
he had Vegeta change into a backless thong and slid the plug into him. On the
way back to the truck, Vegeta walked in the slave crawl with his tail raised
and wrapped around Goku�s arm, displaying his plugged
rear to everyone on the street. He sensed their eyes following him, and
grinned.

***

�� The party had begun. Goku,
Raditz, Bardock and three of Bardock�s
closest friends lounged around the yard, sipping drinks and chatting by the
light of flickering torches. None of the guests had seen Vegeta yet; he was in
the house, preparing to start his show. The post, a waist-high tube of steel
with a dong mounted on top, was set up under the tree outside.

�� He turned on his chosen music and prowled
out the door. The warriors fell silent as he passed them; he approached the
post in the slave crawl, gripped the shaft in both hands and licked at the
dong. Then he rose up and positioned himself over it. The post was adjusted so
that its tip was just inside him when he stood tiptoe; once he was on it, there
was no way to escape. He had no choice but to dance � not that he minded. He
ground his hips, sliding up and down on the post as his tail looped and swirled
behind him, and his hands wandered over his flanks. He was following the music
but was focused on pleasuring himself, on driving the dong against his
sensitive inner nerves. His cock hardened and throbbed, but he knew he wasn�t
going to come: Goku had strapped a fiendish contraption
of a cock-ring onto him. As long as he was setting the pace slow and deep the
way he liked it, he didn�t much care.

�� At last the music came to an end, and
Vegeta opened his eyes. All of the warriors were watching him avidly; their
cocks were out, jutting from their laps with swollen balls at their base and
fluid gathered at their tips. Goku lifted Vegeta off
the post and gave him a slight push towards their guests. Vegeta needed no
encouragement. One of the guests � Toma, who was
indeed hung � crooked a finger at him, and he went to kneel before him.

�� Open wide,� Toma
said. He wrapped his hand around his cock and with a couple of strokes he shot
his seed into Vegeta�s mouth. One by one the warriors unloaded their balls in
his mouth, all without actually touching him. Although he was incredibly
aroused, he was also getting to be just a tiny bit frustrated.

�� Raditz
chuckled. �Poor slave hasn�t come yet. What should we make him do before we let
him?�

�� Another guest, Totepo,
said, �I say we make him bone each of us� until we come.� He rolled over in the
grass and raised his hips, wiggling his tail.

�� It was agreed. One after another, Vegeta
sank his cock into six tight, hot warrior holes and thrust into each one until
they shot their seed again � all without being able to reach climax himself. He
was panting and sweating by the time they were all through; he never imagined
that he could be this close to the edge without going over.

�� I think he�s earned his reward,� Bardock
said. �Who gets to do the honors?�

�� I�ll � take on all of you at once,�
Vegeta panted.

�� This I�ve got to see,� said Toma. The other two guests nodded. And after a quick
explanation, the warriors took their positions. Toma
laid Vegeta on his back and crouched between his thighs. He took off the cock
ring and immediately replaced it with his finger and thumb to delay him a
little longer. Vegeta groaned as Toma�s generous shaft
slid into him. Totepo thrust his cock into Vegeta�s
mouth; their third guest, Seleri, straddled Vegeta�s
body and sank down on his cock. Goku and Raditz laid their shafts in his hands, and Bardock pressed
the soles of his feet together and slid his cock between them. At some unseen
signal, they all started moving, and Vegeta forgot all rational thought. Toma released his grip and Vegeta came at once; the
warriors didn�t stop, and in seconds he was on the brink of climax again. He
could not count how many times he came before the warriors released him and he
lay on the grass, with seed deep inside both ends and splattered over his face,
his chest, his hands and his feet. His lip quirked up as he
struggled to catch his breath. The night was still young, after all.

***

Yowza!

Next chapter: I�m not sure � I may
skip to Goku�s birthing, unless I think up something
perverse to put in. Or maybe I�ll have Vegeta meet his father. ^^
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