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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: you know this fic is evil, it says so in the title. And Negi was specially written to be super-annoying, so my work
here is done.

Fly, Irol, Katonie: Gyahahaha! Feel the evil! If you think that was a
cliffhanger, wait til we get to the action scenes �

pun_xy: messing with characters is fun >^.^<

Incidentally, when I loaded this chapter, the hit counter read 1337. Obviously
it�s a message from the Internet Gods.

In this chapter: Vegeta dances, of course. And Kakarott
visits his father.

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Chapter 9: Kakarott�s day out

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�� He sent the
recording to the big screen and hit play. The opening chords of a song
whispered; Vegeta appeared, standing in a narrow beam of light on a bare metal
floor, his tail poised behind him. Kakarott licked his lips. He hadn�t seen
Vegeta in seven weeks � and he�d never
seen those pants. Skin-tight pants. Hip-hugging pants.
He knew Vegeta had brought them along just for an opportunity like this. Damn, I want to be there to peel those off
him. To feel the rough cloth on one side and silken skin
on the other. His fingers clenched around the imagined sensation.

�� His mate�s shirt
was loose and opaque, but so thin that it clung to every curve and muscle. It
was just short enough at the waist that any movement revealed a glimpse of
golden flesh. Kakarott was sure he was going to spring a nosebleed right there.
And the cuffs � and the collar � and those magnificent shoes, the ones that
brought out the curves of his heel and ankle �

�� Vegeta started
to move, and Kakarott forgot what he was thinking about. His mate rocked from
side to side, under the beat as usual, a gentle movement at first; he tucked
his chin against his shoulder demurely as he began. Gradually his motions
increased. He ground his hips against an invisible surface, and his head fell
back. He danced with his hands together above his head as if they were chained
there, his tail hooked around them, leaving his writhing buttocks exposed;
Kakarott knew exactly what he was begging for. I want to jump through the screen and take him right in front of all
those people in the background. Watch their faces go green with envy. His
pants felt tight.

�� Vegeta turned
slowly in the beam of light to show off his best angles � which was all of
them. The grind that he did was a full body action. First the ankles twisted,
and the knees dipped; then the hips swung. His back arched. His shoulders
rolled, his head tilted, his wrists flexed � all at once, at a torturous pace,
and then the whole process repeated itself from a different vantage. Kakarott
was going to lose his mind very soon.

�� One hand came
down to fondle Vegeta�s chest, under his shirt, as he continued his twisting,
slithering dance. His shirt lifted slightly; a teasing band of skin appeared.
Kakarott could clearly imagine what those hidden fingers were doing. He licked
his lips. Was it just him, or had the bulge in Vegeta�s pants gotten bigger?
Such an exhibitionist � he knew Vegeta was getting off on all those people
watching him offer himself to his mate like this.

�� The music
reached a crescendo and Vegeta suddenly went gold. His other hand came down to
caress his chest, this time through the neckline of the shirt, while his tail
still swayed tall behind him. Somehow � Kakarott wasn�t paying attention � his
shirt buttons came undone; his hands roamed his torso in time with his
gyrations. I want him. Now. Kakarott�s
flesh demanded attention and he thrust his hand carelessly into his pants.
Vegeta was close to the edge as well; his eyes half-closed, a tremor flowing up
his tail � now. He didn�t miss a beat. A slight tensing of his jaw was the only
sign that he�d just come. Hard. Kakarott�s
hand clenched as his own body followed.

�� He almost missed
the end of Vegeta�s dance while he recovered. Vegeta returned to his original
position, hands clasped above his head � not incidentally showing off his bare,
flushed pecs � and then the screen went dark.
Kakarott chuckled. He pulled his hand out and licked it clean. He would have to
step up training his whip so he could give Vegeta a proper reward when he
returned; his mate really was the best. Vegeta, dancing,
moving for his pleasure. Vegeta, transfigured by pain into the most
alluring creature in the universe, crying out to him blindly: yes. Take me. More �

�� Master. He�d
almost stopped in his tracks the first time, for that was one word he�d never
expected to hear from Vegeta�s lips. He grinned. Though his mate never
remembered what he said in the throes of passion, it was pleasing that he
thought of Kakarott that way. And
wouldn�t my so-pure friends pitch a fit if they knew that. He heaved
himself off the couch towards the shower. He did have things to do today; it
was time to pay a visit to the army, and thanks to the
time difference, it would be about dawn at Bardock�s
camp when he got there.

�� He ITed into the midst of a grove of
slumbering soldiers. Bardock was the only one awake; he was crouching by
the campfire, coaxing it back to life. He looked up as Kakarott appeared and
waved him over.

�� Fond of their
blankets, are they?� Kakarott said.

�� I�m working on
it.� The only ones who woke up at Kakarott�s arrival
were Trunks and Goten; they leapt from their shared
bedroll silent as cats and clambered up on his shoulders. Bardock gestured for
them to stay quiet. �Why don�t you two go catch us some breakfast.�

�� The boys slipped
away. Kakarott studied his father; �I know that look. What prank are you
planning to pull on these poor soldiers?�

�� You are. You do
your hair club for Saiyans thing to get them up, then I threaten them with an asskicking.�

�� You�re on.�
Kakarott planted his feet and burst into level three. Roaring.
As expected this finally roused the men from their beds; as they scrambled
around half-dressed, Bardock added to the confusion by bellowing, �Fall in for
inspection! Inspection in ten minutes!� In this, at
least, the soldiers were efficient. Ten minutes later they were lined up in a
neat block, and when Bardock yelled �Down!� they all knelt before their king.

�� Kakarott looked
them over. �I guess you do look respectable once you�re awake. Next thing I
know I�ll hear you were all ambushed by a herd of dinosaurs or something. Trust
me, if anyone stays asleep the next time I drop in,
you�ll get a very personal wakeup call.� Vegeta should really be the one doing
this; he was a much better taunter than Kakarott.
Still, the little speech had done its job � the soldiers glowered up at him
with a mix of guilt and resentment, stung by the prospect of a royal boot to
the midsection in full view of their more alert comrades. He nodded at Bardock.

�� Right! Stand up, meatheads, time for breakfast.� A moment
later the boys tumbled back into camp carrying string bags full of fish. The
soldiers spread out to catch their own breakfasts, or fell on the leftover gertha carcass from last night. Kakarott sat cross-legged
by the fire; Bardock offered him tea and poured coffee for himself. �People
talk a lot of smack about Earth, but a planet that produces a drink like this
can�t be all bad.�

�� It�s nasty.�

�� Exactly my point.� The boys sliced up the fish and served
it raw, with twigs as chopsticks. Kakarott dug in. Sure, he loved the subtle
interplay of flavors that came with formal cooking, but there was nothing quite
like the clear taste of fresh-caught game.

�� Have you had
any more visions lately?� he asked.

�� Not to speak
of. Just the same stuff over again, with more detail. I can narrow down that
the Tuffle-looking thing appears on Vegtasei, not one of the other Alliance worlds.�

�� That�s
something, at least.� The scholars had turned the surviving archives inside
out, searching for information about the Tuffles, but
Kakarott had fought enough genetic experiments to know that this one would have
most of their weaknesses edited out. What a pain in the ass. A faint ki in the distance tugged at his perception. Goten pointed at it.

�� Hey, Dad, isn�t
that Mr. Satan? What�s he doing here?�

�� How about you
two go and find out.�

�� Sure!� The boys
darted off again. Kakarott went on eating. He could just hear some of the things
being said:

�� I am the
Champion of Earth! I will prove to everyone my true abilities!�

�� And then, a
minute later: �Fu-sion-fu-sion-ha!� As he ate the
last of his fish, Mr. Satan streaked by overhead, obviously not under his own
power, with Gotenks in hot pursuit.

�� You break him,
you fix him,� Kakarott called up.

�� Whatever!�

***

What does a 12-year-old SSJ3 fusion use for a toy?

� Anything he wants. And why exactly is Mr. Satan lurking in
the Vegetasei woods? ::insert
Bates Motel violins::

Next chapter: Vegeta dreams.
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- 9
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