Survival of the Fittest

Well now, I never expected this. I was trying to write my Final Fantasy 7 story when my brain refused to co-oporate. So I gave up then today I got home from a Lego convention with my son, was planning on playing Sims before I realized it was too close to dinner time so instead glanced at some of my unfinished stories, and suddenly I was writing this. So here you go, an unexpected part for you to read. So enjoy, don’t know when I’ll get back to it.

Survival of the Fittest continued
By Fyrbyrd

“Kakarott?”

“Raditz?” he sat up on the bed and blinked around rubbing his eyes.

His huge brother came lumbering into the room and grabbed him into a bear hug, “Oh dammit Kakarott, it’s so good to see you.”

“Big brother, I’m glad to see you too. I don’t know what’s going on; I haven’t seen my mate since the arena.”

“You are aware of who you are mated to, aren’t you?”

“Prince Vegeta?”

“Yes, my mate is his bodyguard, not that he really needs one, but still it’s pro-to-col, or so I’m told. But I think I had better explain something about the pompous Prince for you.”

“Pompous?”

“Oh yeah,” Raditz tried to find somewhere to seat his large, round body. “When he sees me it’s as if I don’t exist. Listen Kakarott, Prince Vegeta has a thing against the third class. He never wanted to take a mate because of that.”

“But he took me.”

“True, little brother, but Nappa says it was because the Prince didn’t want the King to take you and put his own rule in danger.”

“How?”

“If you produced an heir, Vegeta would have a rival to the throne, and because I have been proven fertile, they’d reckon you would be too.” He patted his belly, “This is number three. I have two fine boys already.”

“So my mate hates me?”

“Sorry Kaka, but he hates us all.”

“So what will happen to me?”

“Nappa hasn’t heard anything. I was only able to see you ‘coz this is the medical wing and I had a check-up, and we’re brothers.” He saw how miserable his brother was. “Look I’ll get Nappa to do something, even if it’s just to get out of this room for a bit of exercise. You done anything since you got here.”

“Just katas or I’d go insane. I haven’t been told anything since I got here.”

“Let me talk to Nappa and see if he can do anything, okay. I gotta go; they said I could only have a few minutes.” He got up and hugged his brother again, “I’ll see if I can get to see you again.”

Raditz left his brother within at least a shred of hope he might get out of that room. He had been barred from leaving it, and his food was delivered by eunuchs.

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Nappa came into his quarters were Raditz was lounging on a couch munching on a haunch of meat. He immediately began sniffing the room. “Damn it, you seen Kakarott haven’t you?”

Raditz had no idea how his mate knew this, “How do you know, I took a chance to visit him when I had my check-up today.”

“I can smell him, and I’ve got a hard on and the will to grind into you so bad.”

“But the doctors said…”

“Yeah I know, be careful when you’re this close to birthing. But that brother of yours has made you reek; he’s so ripe I wish he were mine to take again.”

“You think he’s in season again already?”

“Oh yeah. I reckon you didn’t pass anyone ‘cept eunuchs on the way here, or you’d have had them on you like anything.” Nappa until his belt and lowered his pants kicking them off as he moved over to his recumbent mate, his cock already weeping. “I want that talented mouth of yours to work its magic on this or I’ll be pounding into you when I shouldn’t.”

Raditz did not have to move from where he half lay, he gripped his mate’s hard on and licked the precum off then looked up at him, “Always a pleasure my love.” Nappa placed his hands on his hips as Raditz went to work on him, eventually grabbing a hold of his head when he was deep throated. He cried out his ecstasy as he was pleasured into a powerful orgasm.

Nappa slipped out of his mate’s mouth and crumpled to the floor. But even as he watched his mate lick his lips he could still smell Kakarott.

“You’d better shower him off you or we’ll be at this all night, not that I mind but…”

Raditz hauled himself to his feet, hard enough with his distended belly, but he had to avoid his mate’s grabbing for him. “Need to talk to you about Kaka, but I’ll wash him off me first.”

Raditz came into their bedroom to find Nappa lying on their bed; he was trying to tame his long mane enough to get it dry. “Help me with this.”

“If I didn’t like it so much I’d get you shave it all off like me.”

Raditz sat down on the edge of the bed as Nappa fried his hair. “Just like I love that mo of yours?”

“Exactly babe, now there was something you wanted to ask?”

“Kaka, what’s going to happen to him?”

Nappa stopped what he was doing even if he knew it pleasured his mate when he dried his hair. “I know Vegeta won’t go near him he seems to refuse to believe he took Kakarott at all. If even try to say anything I get that death glare from him, and I tell you that is like facing his Gallic Gun.”

“Gallic Gun?”

“Vegeta’s signature move, it’s deadly, so you can see why I shut up. But I agree he can’t leave Kaka locked up forever. I’ll see if I can get a message to the King, maybe he can force Vegeta to do something.” Raditz was pulled down onto the bed, “He has no idea what he is missing out on, babe.” He began to kiss his mate, while rubbing their child through his mate’s body.

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The King was frustrated when he got another message about Kakarott, first Nappa’s request that something be done for his mate’s brother, then another from the medical wing. It seemed that Kakarott was fully in season again and was using anything he could get his hands on to pleasure himself. Unlike the camp it would not be possible to use eunuchs; there would be too many questions as to why they were needed at the Palace in the first place.

There had been a sense of relief that Vegeta had taken a mate at the arena. A successor would be almost assured if Kakarott proved fertile so they thought. The King knew better, not only about Kakarott’s fertility, but that Vegeta wanted no other successor than himself, he had proven that by fighting him for Kakarott at the arena. If he could he would have provided relief to Kakarott himself, but Vegeta would not risk any accidents. If Kakarott got pregnant the King knew he’d be killed along with Kakarott. And he was not about to take the boy’s womb away like Vegeta had suggested. If he had the chance he would ship Kakarott to the Outer Palace that had not been used in years, then he could send eunuchs and steriles to take care of him when he needed it, and he’d still be available if his idiot son ever came to his senses.

Oh he hated viruses, one had wiped out the females, and another had helped the third class become bearers. Where was the sense of it all? If not for them this crazy sexual system of theirs would not have come to pass. But then again, a virus had not killed his female mate…

As the King was wondering what was going to happen, alarms started going off in the Palace. He jumped to his feet and ran to see what was happening. He was met by his personal assistant who was dressed in his sleep clothes. “Sire, there is a problem in the medical wing. It seems the Prince’s mate got sick of sitting around and blasted his way out. It also appears that he has gone in search of his mate.”

“Shit,” ground out the King, ”This is not good, not good at all. Where is my son?”

“He was relaxing after training, Sire. In the baths I believe.”

The King nodded and strode off towards the baths. He hoped to hell that Vegeta did not kill the boy if he found him

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Kakarott was desperate, he needed to find his mate, and he needed him to take this aching need away from him. Nothing he was doing could help him and the eunuchs who fed him had stopped coming because they were too scared of him trying to make them take him. He had already been off his food in any case with the advancement of his season.

He had destroyed his room to get out to find his mate, and that was the only thing on his mind, yet as he made his way along the corridors guards came at him, challenging him because they did not know who he was. Then they had smelled him, smelled his season, become aroused and tried to pursue him sexually, all those that had tried were strewn around the Palace in his wake, not dead, but they’d be needing time in the tank. Even those that had witnesses Kakarott’s strength, had still been drawn in by his scent.

Vegeta also had heard the alarms going off, but he never bothered with things like that, he knew if someone had come to assassinate him; that he could take care of them. He was the strongest, he didn’t need protecting, let them come, he’d deal with them. Of course he soon found that it was not an assassin he was going to have to deal with.

He heard the doors to the bath house blasted in, he didn’t move from his comfortable place in the bath. He didn’t even open his eyes, until the scent wafted into his nose. A rage began to build within him; he opened his eyes and raised himself up and out of the bath turning to face the one that had entered the room. “Kakarott,” he spat out. “What the fuck are you doing here, get out of my sight.”

“I need you, please I need you. Help me, you are my mate and I need you,” pleaded Kakarott as he came to a stop not far from his fully naked mate. Despite everything, Vegeta’s cock was signaling that it had received Kakarott’s scent message.

Vegeta noticed that no one had come after Kakarott, where were all the Palace guards? They would never allow anyone to get close to this part of the Palace, and the medical wing, where he had heard they were keeping Kakarott, was well at the rear of the Palace, he’d have had to have passed though the east or west wings to get there. He knew that Kakarott was strong, but could he have defeated all those guards to get there?

“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Get away from me, you’ll find no relief here.”

“But you want me,” Kakarott moved a step forward, “Your body shows me that you want me, why don’t you want to mate with me again. I belong to you; I would do anything for you.”

“There is nothing you could do for me you third class clown! My body is merely reacting to your scent that is all. I however, will never go through that act with you!” Kakarott stepped forward again forcing Vegeta to get into a defensive pose. “I will kill you, Kakarott.”

“I can’t Vegeta, I need you. You can do what you want with me, but I need you now.”

“Fine, you said I could do what I want, so be it.” Then Vegeta was flying at him in blinding sped crashing them both into the wall, but he pulled Kakarott up and began to beat into him. Kakarott let him; he did nothing to fight back. He’d given the man his submission already; he could not fight back, no matter how much it hurt.

That was how the King found them, Vegeta beating the shit out of Kakarott and the boy doing nothing to defend himself. It was just as Vegeta was about to make a blow that would have shattered Kakarott’s skull that the King stepped in to stop him. He stood there looking at his panting son, blood splattering his nakedness while he stood in the way of him getting near the unconscious Kakarott.

“I told you to get rid of him.”

“He is too valuable to be dumped, Vegeta and you know it.”

“He’s a third class! I will not take a third class as my mate.”

“But you already have.”

“No, that…I never meant…I had to stop you.”

“Why? So that I would not produce another and ruin your precious succession plans.”

“To stop you replacing my mother with a third class! Have you forgotten how she died?”

“I have not forgotten, Vegeta. I loved your mother very much. But that fact that she was killed by a berserk third class has not changed the order of things now. She got her revenge anyway; he died by her hand as she died by his. He didn’t understand, he was just trying to find his—“

“—freedom? I’ve heard that story before, I don’t understand it either. He should have known his place.”

“Like Kakarott knows his?”

Vegeta snarled and turned away, “I need another bath, dispose of him. If I find him in the Palace I will kill him.”

The King physically relaxed after his son stood down and walked away, and finally others arrived to find out what had happened. The King shooed most of them away, picking out two guards and Nappa to help him.

“Nappa, I want you to get him to the Outer Palace tonight.”

“But he needs attention, Sire.”

“I know, but he can be tanked there. I believe Vegeta will go through with his threat to kill Kakarott.”

“Does he feel nothing for him, Sire?”

“Only hatred I’m afraid. Take him, take him and the medics we’ve had treat him before and whatever eunuchs you can round up to help at the Outer Palace, send any staff there who are not sterile or eunuch away, and have the guards be our best eunuch guardsmen.”

“Very well, Sire.”

“And Nappa.”

“Yes Sire?”

“Do not tell your mate what happened here; just tell him that Kakarott has been moved. I will work to keep this incident quiet. Perhaps we will have to let a rumor out that Kakarott died in childbirth that might keep any other rumors quiet.”

“Yes Sire.”

Medics arrived and began to tend to Kakarott; they were concerned that he was in a critical condition and that they were being told to ready him for transport. But with the King’s orders behind it, they had to comply.

Nappa was glad that he was to oversee Kakarott’s move though still worried that he might die anyway. Perhaps that would be for the best. If Vegeta hated him, he would never want Kakarott. For the first time he wondered why Vegeta hated the third class anyway. He’d never heard why and he like everyone else thought the Queen had died of the virus.

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TBC