Damn Traditions

Hi all, well here we are again with another piece of my story. I didn’t expect to get this much done, considering the eventful day I’ve had. But I did. Eventful day? Well it was my birthday and I was taken for Japanese for lunch. Got home expecting a phone call from my mother and son, only to be told my son somehow burned down my mother’s garage! Not the birthday message I wanted… We’ve just glad he wasn’t hurt, but we can’t figure out how he did it. Perhaps tomorrow’s investigation will solve it. My son has a talent for telling stories so we’re not sure what’s true. Gee I wonder where he gets that from.

Anyway. I hope you enjoy the wedding. I thank my reviewers, but also anyone who reads this as well, you really make it worth while. Enjoy!

Damn Traditions continued…..

“Kakarott! Oh my boy it’s so good to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?” said Bardock as his youngest son came into the living room with Buddabin. “This place is being watched, the Prince will know that you are here and he will come.”

“I know father, I’ve been told to return to the Prince… Father, I’m pregnant.”

Bardock smiled, “Yes, I’ve heard that.”

“You have? They told you already?”

“Yes, your brother was informed. Parzanip sent you home?”

“Yes, father. We think that Frieza has learned about our male pregnancy. Parzanip thinks I’ll be safer back with the Prince, my mate.”

“Damn this is going to change a lot of things.” Bardock seemed lost in his own thoughts. Then he shook himself, “But until then, we should have a little time before the bloody Elites turn up, so tell me what you’ve been up to.”

They had some time to catch up, but as was expected the Elites were soon on the doorstep, the Prince had not come himself, he could not get away from the wedding festivities. But he sent his personal guard.

“Nappa?” said Bardock as he met the big man at his door.

“Bardock. I have come for your son on the Prince’s orders.”

“I heard you had been promoted to the Prince’s personal guard.”

“I must return to the palace immediately. The wedding is tonight or have you forgotten?”

“I have not forgotten. Everyone knows what is going on. My son has news that must be gotten to the Prince and King.” He pointed to the stranger leaning against the wall in the living room. “This is Buddabin; he will be going with Kakarott.”

“Who is this man, why must he go with your son?”

“Because I am the baka who may have fucked it up for all of us.”

Nappa cocked his head to the side wondering what was going on.

“Just take him with you, call him Kakarott’s…manservant.”

“Manservant, are you insane! The Prince will kill anyone too close to his mate—“

“He’s pregnant.”

“What!”

“Kakarott is pregnant.”

Nappa stood there unspeaking as he processed the information.

“And I’d really like it if you could find a place for Raditz in your guard. You know that he has earned the place. You trained him so you know you can trust him. You know me too, Nappa, and I need you to trust me on this. Kakarott carries the heir to throne of our planet, what he has to tell the Prince will change everything… Just go with it Nappa, it’s important.”

“You third class’s are crazy you know that don’t you?”

Bardock smiled, “You don’t know the half of it.”

Nappa frowned, but let it pass.

“Kakarott,” called Bardock. “He said he was hungry just before you got here.”

He came back into the living room, his cheeks puffed out as he tried to chew the food in his overstuffed mouth. He had a piece of meat in his hand. “Mweph mewm.”

Bardock shook his head, “The boy never had any table manners.” He explained to Nappa. “It’s time to go, you remember Nappa, he trained you brother.”

“Ohm,” he waved.

Nappa shook his head, “Come on kid, it’s time to return to your mate, and bring your friend.”

Bardock walked over to his son who managed to finally swallow what he had in his mouth. “Be careful son. From now on you are not going to be as safe as you are used to being. There will be Elites that won’t want you to be around. And something you don’t know, the Prince is marrying a female tonight. It was supposed to hide the fact that our race is dying out. I don’t think you’ll get to see the Prince before this happens, but you have to let him know what happened with you and Frieza, and that he knows about you. But Frieza must never know that you are the Princes mate… Kakarott, that talent you have… you have got to let the Prince know about it. I don’t know if it’s because you are a bearer, or for some other reason. You are not like me and your brother and as far as I know, no one else can do what you can do. Tell him.” He grabbed hold of his son and pulled him into an embrace. “I hope I will see you again.”

“Father?” asked Kakarott, his father had never done that before.

Bardock let him go, “You had better make sure nothing happens to my son,” Bardock said to Buddabin, “Or I will kill you myself.”

Buddabin hung his head even as he nodded and moved to put a hand on Kakarott’s shoulder; he indicated that they should go. Kakarott moved with him and Nappa moved out of the house before them. He turned at the door to wave at his father, with the hand that still held the piece of meat, then he was gone too.

Bardock’s eyes reached for the ceiling. Even in his state, his son still pigged out when given the chance. He wondered if the Prince had yet to see this side of his mate. Somehow he doubted it. Vegeta was going to have his hands full with Kakarott.

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Bardock was right; there was no way they were going to be able to let the Prince know that his mate had returned. Every noble in the Kingdom was attending the wedding, and of course Frieza and his party were there.

The nobles kept clear of them, gave them a wide berth. Much to their pleasure, the more room for them the better. Frieza wanted them all to see him, wanted to impress his presence on them. They knew he was leaving soon, but he did not want them to forget him. He wanted them to fear him, as he knew the nobles did. And he wanted the King to see that he was indeed there.

There had been muttering amongst the nobles before Frieza arrived. Some were still not happy with the loss of the deflowering tradition. The third class was there to be used, they believed, not to be fucked for payment. And the King only allowed access to the females to those in his circle, a very small circle. Now he was giving one of them to his son in hopes of getting an heir. They were also discussing the only way they knew to have a child which was abhorrent to them. Still the subject was dropped the moment Frieza entered. Even they knew that he must not know the truth.

A gong sounded and all eyes turned top the front of the audience hall. The Shaman entered followed by the King, they took their places, the King on his throne, the Shaman to his right.

The King nodded and another gong sounded from the right came Vegeta dressed in his ceremonial armor. Another gong and Aspaga entered from the right. They came to the center of the room and stood facing each other, she towered over him by at least a foot.

The Shaman moved forward. “My Prince are you prepared to take this female to wife.”

“I am.”

“Lady Aspaga, are you prepared to take this male as husband.”

“If he can prove himself worthy.”

“You have the right to challenge him. How do you wish it?”

“Hand to hand combat.”

Vegeta growled.

“Very well you know the consequences?” the Shaman asked. Aspaga nodded. He stepped back. “Proceed.”

They growled at each other, then took a fighting stance before Aspaga leapt at Vegeta and they began to fight each other. Vegeta fell over backwards and she went flying over him. They wrestled around on the ground, hitting, kicking and growling. Neither was holding back.

The entire gathering was enthralled by the battle going on before them. Another tradition that was falling into disuse was happening before them. Long ago it was the only way to win a mate was to fight for them or with them, sometimes both. The decline of the females had seen it disappear. For their Prince and his future Princess to do it was a good thing. There was nothing a Saiyan liked more than a good fight.

The Prince was the first to draw blood with a good right to her face, bloodying her nose. She wiped it on her sleeve before leaping at him with clawed hands. She got some scratches in which had the crowd whooping in delight. They loved the sight of blood. There would be good celebrations that night. Everyone’s blood would be up.

The fight continued for some time, egged on by the nobles. Frieza merely watched in amusement, his arms across his chest as he watched the monkeys in their mating dance.

Finally Vegeta was able to wrestle Aspaga on her stomach, his around under her neck pulling her head up, her body bowed and she unable to dislodge him. “Do you yield, woman?”

She tried again to buck him off, but realized that she could not. Her eyes were wide in anger spit was flying through her teeth as she breathed heavily. She allowed her breath to slow, closed her mouth and nodded. He lessened his gold allowing her to speak. “I yield to my husband.”

“Bare your neck woman as tradition demands.” He pulled right back from her so she could pull the hair that had gotten loose from her previously perfect hairstyle away from her neck and hold it way.

Vegeta fell forward and sank his teeth into her neck biting her. He pulled back and wiped the blood from his mouth. “You belong to me now woman. You will do as I order from this moment on, there will be no arguments.”

“Yes my Prince.”

He got to his feet and held out his hand. “Come wife, unless you wish me to bed you before these people on this floor.”

She allowed him to lift her, and pull her off and out of the room. The crowd was cheering their new Prince and Princess.

The Shaman smiling followed them out. The King turned to the crowd, “A feast waits in the dining hall. I trust you all to drink to our new royal couple and toast to the hope of an issue from their marriage bed.”

They cheered and followed as he and his retinue took the lead. Frieza watched them leave and turned to his flunkies. “Let’s leave the monkeys to their frolicking. Zarbon I want you to remain here, I want to know as soon as the heir is conceived.”

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