Vegeta\'s Concubine

I don\'t own the Characters, they belong to Toriyama, a Japanese person who lives over a HUGE ocean far far away from where I live. The events that occur in this story do not really take place in the Anime or in the manga and are created strictly from my imagination. Again, Toriyama, not me....

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King Vegeta watched his son lay out in the bright sun shine of the royal family’s privet gardens. He looked so sad with the way he gazed up at the blood red skies of their home planet, sighing softly to himself. He had a feeling what could be on his son’s mind. It was sort of hard not to with the father son bond they had between them. Little Vegeta was growing up and his hormones were telling him there was something missing from his life. That something was actually a someone, he could tell his only son was ready to find his soul mate. Ready to go into his first heat.

Strictly speaking, the royal family was not aloud to have such relationships. Bonding like that was considered weak since if one mate died, the other went insane or died on the spot as well. The Gods knew that the royal family just could not suffer such losses, and surely not the future king. Who would take the thrown if Little Vegeta went mad from the assassination of the one he had chosen to spend the rest of his life with?

However, those were the feelings of his father, not the way he himself felt. Frankly, he thought having a bond mate was a means to become much stronger then you already were. In fact, if the history books were correct…the last supper Saiyan in the royal family had been bonded to a beautiful female Saiyan.

“Bella, what do you think?” He asked turning to regard his beautiful queen. He loved her so much, but his father had never let him bond her, and now in their old age, it was too late. The last heat they had had together was ages ago, back before the old fart had died.

“About what dear?” She asked fanning herself idly with her book, sweat beaded on her brow. “If you are going to say it is hot I am going to throw this book at you.”

King Vegeta laughed at his miserable wife, putting his hand on her shoulder. “No, about our little Vegeta?” He said motioning with his hand down from the balcony to the garden below. It had to be ten degrees cooler down there with all the shadows and he thought maybe he would join his son soon.

“Little Jita?” She said with a fond smile, her eyes twinkling. She had a much stronger bond with Vegeta then his father did. Mothers always did, “The little brat is thinking about sneaking off into town to find a place to go swimming.”

“No…I mean…besides that, he has been thinking a lot about finding a mate.” Vegeta said stealing the book from his wife who glowered up at him while he used it, teasing her by sticking out his tongue.

“Well not really finding one…he is just thinking about guys a lot. You know? I think he has a crush on some of the guards in the Castle…but I know what you mean honey. Now give me my fan back before I get pissed for real.” She said holding out her hand, a frown growing on her lovely face. She was a rare sight among Saiyans, not only because she was a girl, but because she had fire red hair that spiked wildly, but lay flat down her back. Saiyans rarely had fair colored hair, or hair that lay down quite like that, and maybe that was one of the reason that the last king had let her marry into the family. Bella had once been a commoner, living in the very shadows of the large castle that over looked the endless red sea.

“Crushes?” King Vegeta said in interest, handing the book back to his mate who begun fanning herself again, her fire red tail coming up to wind around her husband’s wrist. “You mean he has been flirting with the solders? Oh, they had better not be crass with my son!” He growled, eyes narrowing.

“Relax love…Gods knows how vulgar I am sometimes…I’m a fisher man’s daughter, he has probably heard all the curses there are in the book and then some.” She said causing Vegeta to laugh in great uproars.

“That’s true! But still…I think I will have a talk about this with him.” He said carefully pulling away from his mate’s touch.

“Don’t embarrass him honey…but try to lead him to the good tail. I want to have cute grand children.” She said, her tail wrapping around her waist again while she watched him walk to the edge of the balcony. Saiyans didn’t build railings around their balconies, why would they have to? Such things were built to keep people from falling off the edge. They could fly, what had they to fear from a height that was missing a railed edge? Hell, some people jumped off of buildings for fun now a days; of course they were trying to prove to their friends how tough they were by earning a few scrapes and bruises from it. Using her pack bond, she sent her love to her mate, giving him a small smile.

“Bella, I swear…Good Tail?” He said, shaking his head before jumping over the edge. He was blushing fiercely while he flew through the air to the ground below. “Obviously she doesn’t remember the little lecture the councilors had with her about sex talk in public.” He mumbled walking off in the direction of the trees his son had been laying under.


It was so hot today, maybe it was because it was one of those rare days that both suns were out at the same time. Or maybe it was just that there was no breeze blowing in off of the ocean. What ever it was, I could not stand to be inside. It was at least ten degrees hotter in my room than it was outside of it, and besides…today was just so lovely. This close to the shore, it was rare to get a sunny day at all. It was either always raining or always snowing in the winter. Sighing I close my eyes wondering what I was going to do today. My studies had been put on hold by my father for the remainder of the month.

I don’t know why he has done this, those classes were the only things keeping me from going insane over the long days. Maybe it has something to do with this restlessness I feel growing in my heart…but GODS is it hot. Glancing towards the gates that left these privet gardens and opened unto the streets of Sea City. Maybe I will go out into town and find a swimming hole? I think to myself groaning in dismay when I feel my mother’s meddling mind slip into mine.

She may have once been a commoner, but she had long since lost most of her laid back nature. She won’t let me do anything that might get me hurt. It wasn’t like she discouraged me from going out into town, and I was grateful for it. But exciting things like cliff diving with the others of my age was off limits and so was drinking, despite the fact that I had just come of age last summer.

I get the clear impression that my mother and father were talking about me again and I roll over onto my stomach, laying my head on my folded arms. I was there baby, their little Vegeta and they loved discussing my future. I had to be one of their favorite topics!

Although it usually didn’t bother me because I knew they were only trying to help me, this time it pissed the hell out of me. My tail waved in the air to show my agitation and faintly I wonder what has gotten into me. I never used to act like this, I never felt so impatient or…or lonely.

Hell with this, maybe I should go watch the solders train in the common grounds at the center of town. Feeling my face flush I remembered the last time I had watched them practice. They had been sparing that day, their lean, muscular bodies twisting and dancing through the fights they held. I had embarrassed myself, I had to fly home fast before anyone noticed the budge in my tight pants. Sighing I pushed that thought away, just remembering those handsome fighters were getting me aroused again.

This has been happening a lot more often too, I’d get hard over anything that reminded me of sex, anything that I found attractive. Hell, one day I scared the shit out of myself by popping one when I was staring at my mother—she had been bitching at me again.

“What are you thinking about?”

I pop out of my day dreaming quickly, my face still flushed mostly because I realized I was already sporting a hard on. It wasn’t even noon yet…

“Can I join you?”

“Yeah…um sure…” I burry my face in my arms again trying to calm myself down enough so I can sit up without being embarrassed.

“Your mother and I were thinking…” I can hear another lecture coming on and I grown inwardly. “That it is about time you start looking for a mate.”

I gasp in surprise, looking over my shoulder at my father who was blushing slightly. He was at least as uncomfortable about talking to me as I felt about him being around me. “What?” I ask not sure I had heard that one right.

He made an odd coughing sound into his hand and took a deep breath trying to recompose himself. “I mean it Vegeta, your mother and I…its about time you put yourself out there.”

I was flushing more than he was now, his words had the effects of ice water on me and I sit up at once. “Obviously you’re speaking for mother.” I said hesitantly knowing my father’s words wouldn’t contain such…connotation…such…slang.

“Yes, pretty much cub.” He said crossing his arms over his chest, making himself look harsh and unapproachable. This was the face he turned to the outside, his nice, playful self was only shared with his family. This meant that he was declaring his statement law and he didn’t want ‘lil Vegeta to argue.

“Yes father.” I say starring at the ground before me, my tail still waving slowly behind me, his tail trying to catch mine from time to time.

“Bella…” He thinks along his pack bond while looking towards the balcony outside his rooms and smiles when he gets a nod from his beautiful red haired wife. “She wants me to take you out…show you some good places to…er…hook up? And get laid.”

“Father!” I say sounding as mortified as I feel. I can not believe my father is speaking like this with me, out here where people might hear. This is not how royalty acts! I turn my flushed face away from his gaze. Even if I wanted to take my father up on his offer—and I didn’t—I couldn’t say so, that would make me as base and vile as he was being.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” He says over cheerfully making me groan again, this was all I really needed. My dad would surely make me look like an ass in front of my pears out in town.

“No father…I’m going to my room…” I said standing, turning towards the castle I was about to take off when I felt a firm hand on my tail. Yelping I dared not move, it didn’t hurt yet, but I knew my dad could make it start hurting very fast.

“You’re coming with me…we’re going to go to a bar I know about.” He said firmly, his mean and stony exterior back on. When he let my tail go I nodded, not daring to talk back. I didn’t want to really talk back now, my father was going to take me out drinking! Hell mother was going to have his tail for this latter, but hell with that!

“There is some very handsome guys down there, you do prefer men, don‘t you? Well, even if you don‘t there are some nice girls down there too.” He said grinning and making me flush again—I had to ditch him as soon as we get there. Even though I was more than likely stuck with my father at my side, I was looking forward to the chance to see some…I flush more knowing something was going to happen to embarrass me.

“Now Vegeta…I am going to give you some tips on catching a guy’s eye.” Vegeta said leading his son—soon to be x-son, if Vegeta Jr. had his way—through the back gate

“Yes sir..” I mumble, I really do not want to hear my father talking like this. He had a wife, and even though they were not bonded and she really didn’t care if he had little affairs with other men, I personally didn’t like hearing about it!

“You’ve got to shake your ass just right, get the tail moving too…men just love that.” He said, his hands going to my hips to try and show me and I slap him away.

“Don’t TOUCH me…” I growl knowing I was bright red by now. There were people staring already, but it wasn’t because of the way we were walking, it was because my father was making an ass of me.

We walked in absolute silence until we got to the bar that was located near the harbor area. Already I could hear the loud hum of air conditioners and the shouts of rowdy, drunk Saiyans.

“Vegeta, this is your grandmother’s bar…so everyone in there…they aren’t going to treat you all…weird like out here.” He said sounding as if he were warning me. I just nod, running a hand through my sweat soaked hair. I couldn’t wait to get in out of this heat, even if I had to be here with my stupid father.

“Have fun, and be careful. Okay?” He said sounding concerned.

“What? Wait…aren’t you going in with me?” I asked in shock, the whole time he had made it sound like he was going to be there by my side…

“I can’t hold your hand any more cub, you’re growing up to be a fine man. Now…” I watch him look both ways before he dug something out of his pocket. “I always keep these in case I’m feeling frisky…but I don’t really need them any more.”

I blush from head to toe and he shoves what ever he had in his hand into my pocket. Ew…did I just hear my father talking about what I think he is talking about? No, I didn’t….I’m going to go deaf! I’m going to be sick! “I don’t want you to move too fast…but I know how sexually frustrated you’ve been lately so if you end up going home with someone, just remember to use protection okay? And give us a call or something to let us know you‘re still alive.”

He didn’t say anything else, he just turned and left like he didn’t even know me or something. From the looks of it he was heading off in the direction of Grandpa’s house down closer to the harbor. Turning around I regard the run down building, it smelled heavily of booze and baking apple pie. Walking reluctantly to the closed door I started to get cold feet.

Before I could even think of turning and leaving the door was thrown open and a man stumbled out. “HEY WATCH IT YOU ASS!” I cry, about to give him a piece of my mind when he began to vomit into the gutter were I stood. Leaping out of the way I grimace, he almost got my leather boots. Turning back to the door I wondered in, closing it behind me firmly.

It was much cooler and much darker inside than it was outside and it took a while for my body to adjust to the contrast. Shivering slightly from the sharp chill in the air I skirt the crowded tables filled with loud, very much drunk, Saiyans and headed strait for the bar. I at once recognize the woman behind it as the woman who once used to visit the castle almost every week when I was little.

“Nanna?” I said in surprise, my cheeks coloring at how childish that sounded.

“Why…I be Knocked up twice!” She declared showing that she was as common as ever. “If ‘tan’t my ital cub’s brat! Wait a sec, aya even ol’ enough ta be drinkin‘?”

I didn’t quite understand what she was saying—I always had to have my mother around when my grandparents visited, to translate what they were saying to me—but it sounded something like she was asking if I was old enough to drink.

“Hell yes I am woman!” I growl trying to sound older than I am and much tougher. Hell I was even trying to throw a few words in there that my father would kill me for using out loud in the castle. I must have said something wrong because my grandma began to laugh and so did the others who were drinking up at the bar.

“Try ‘ell fukin’ yeah onna!” She said in between breathless chuckles.

“Onna?” I said puzzled at the word, I had never heard a word like it before.

“Oh wha did ya ma call it again? A Bitch?” She said and I frown even more in confusion.

“What about a female dog?” I said and the others were laughing again.

“Onna is our word for ya’s word Bitch.” My grandmother explained trying to clear her accent up as much as possible so I could understand her.

“Oh…” I flush in embarrassment and look down at the bar I was seated at, no wonder why everyone was laughing at me, I sound so uptight and stuck up. It was obvious that they were referring to the vulgar use of bitch. The on my mother seemed to use a lot with the serving women who frustrated her.

“Wha will ya ‘ave?” She asked me giving me a wink. Despite her advanced age she was actually sort of attractive, if you ignore the fact she was missing one eye and her hair was a horrible mixture of red, gray and black.

“The strongest ya got,” I said trying to mimic her accent as best as I could, only getting more thunderous laughter from the others.

“Tha’s cute cub but don let ya ma catch ya talkin like tha…one ‘Silver Bullet’ comin’ righ’ up.” She turned and started mixing things together from a lot of different bottles. I couldn’t read the labels to any of them in this inadequate lighting but I knew they had to be pretty powerful because I could smell the stench of alcohol from here.

She handed me a large glass that was filled with ice cubes and a silverish spirit before plopping a straw into its depths. There were different tones of silver swirling in it and for a moment I was mesmerized. This was my first drink ever, what was it going to be like?

Taking the straw between my lips I took a long draw and nearly choked on the burning fluid that coated my mouth and clung to my throat.

“Careful cub,” She grunted, giving me a strong pat on the back, “Tha stuff ‘as more kick in it than ya ma.” She quickly walked off somewhere and I took another long swig, catching on quick not to chug. I was already feeling very…weird. Sort of warm and fuzzy around the edges.

The taste was odd but sweet and I liked it very much, even if I could live without the way it burned my throat and left my eyes watering. Licking my lips I turned to look around the dark room, wondering if I should flirt or something.

My father was quite right about the attractiveness of the people here, I felt the weird ach build in my body like it usually did when I watched the solders.

Hopping off the barstool I took my drink with me, joining a group of older men who were standing around in a rough semi circle. I could tell they were fighters of some sort just by the way they were dressed, maybe they were even the gladiators I had a chance to see last summer.

“Hey…” I said getting several glares from the others in the group. Taking another long swallow I looked the group over, my eyes landing on the most handsome of the group.

He was wearing plait armor like the others, but he wore only shorts underneath from what I could see. Tight shorts, the kind that showed off everything.. I felt my face flush and I looked up over his lean body. He had long hair that swept down his back much in the same way my mother’s did and he had a very handsome face, the sort that you just couldn’t forget. His eyes were like cold lumps of coal, just waiting to catch on fire.

Finishing my first drink I stop a bar girl and order another one. I still wasn’t really feeling anything more than the odd burning and slight lightheadedness and I wondered if all the talk I heard about getting drunk and stupid off of this stuff was just that, talk. I tried to understand what the others were talking about, but it was hard to understand when they all had that atrocious accent on their tongues. Quickly finishing my second drink I order yet another one, my eyes focusing on the man with the handsome face again. I had gathered as much from the conversations that this man’s name was Radeittzu (A very common name down in the dock area) but the guys just called him Ditzu.

“What are you looking at?” He growled. I don’t know how long I had been standing there, listening to them but it felt like at least an hour. “WELL?” He bared his sharp fangs at me. I felt a shiver run through my body and downed the last bits of my third drink. Setting down the empty glass, I crunched on an ice cube. What ever had been in the drink was making me dizzy and I grinned stupidly at the attractive man. “You as dumb as you look? Is that why you don‘t answer?”

I didn’t like the way this guy was talking to me, even if he had a smooth, sexy voice and spoke very well for a commoner. “I don’t know what I am looking at…haven’t figured it out yet” I said realizing the my voice was a little more than slightly slurred. Shrugging my shoulders I got another ice cube from the empty glass and tossed it into my awaiting mouth.

“What do you mean you haven’t figured it out yet?” The man barked in response, the others of the group backing away quickly. I didn’t notice because I had begun to laugh when I realized I was staring to feel really odd. “ANSWER ME YOU PRICK!”

Prick? What was a prick? My brow crinkles in confusion before I remembered where I was going with this. “Are you an ugly girl or are you just a really girlly guy? I can’t figure it out!” I start laughing again even though somewhere deep inside of me I don’t find that very funny at all.

Suddenly the room is deathly quiet and I looked around puzzled, nearly falling on my ass when the room seems to move like a top. “Whoa…” I groan putting a hand to my head, this felt too surreal. How much have I had to drink in the last couple of minutes? It was like the alcoholic had just hit my system and everything was way too out of control. It was hard to think.

“Pup, I think ya should craw back ta ya ma before ya get yourself beat senseless,” I hear my grand ma say to me from somewhere. I can’t seem to focus on any one thing so I couldn’t say for sure where the damned onna was hiding.

“Take her advice…pup.” The man said with a sneer. Before I even know what I am doing I slug him hard and he goes flying into the wall. I look at him in surprise, my fist still held up before me.

The man staggered to his feet, a weird grin on his face. “Strong huh?” He said spitting out what looked to be a tooth and some blood. He was looking me over with a growing smirk on his face and I step back not knowing what to expect. Again I nearly fall, the place couldn’t seem to sit still! If this idiot was looking for a fight I will gladly give him one, but I wasn’t sure I could keep my feet much longer. “You wanna fight?”

The rest of the room was starting to become loud again, this time the patrons were shouting fight as loud as they could. I look around slowly realizing that he and I were in the middle of a rough ring formed by bodies.

“You heard em, they want a fight!” He ground out, taking a stance I had never seen before. Growling softly I snap my attention back to him, fine, I’ll fight! Dropping into a stance of my own I power up, ready to tear him a new one. I didn’t go through years of combat training for nothing…

Without warning he lugged, aiming a punch at my face. I dodged it easily enough, but he caught me by surprise with a kick to the chest. Grunting I flew backwards into the wall of people and bounced back, landing roughly on the floor.

“That was for call me a damned girl.” He growled, clocking me in the back of the head with his heal. My face slams hard into the deck and I bloody my nose. I am starting to get angry and the alcohol seems to be shutting down my reasoning.

Springing to my feet I gain my stance again and wipe the blood from my face. Glowering at him I motion him to come for me again.

“Aren’t going to run home crying yet?” He said with a pout, for some reason I think he is playing with me but I can’t really tell. “Fine…” He circles around me and I watched him, keeping my tail tightly wound around my waist. His tail was waving behind him slightly and my eyes lock onto it. When he dives for me again I manage to circle him and grab it just hard enough to give him a warning.

He stops, nearly stumbling, his face going red but from what I can’t tell, he doesn’t look angry really. “Don’t make me…” I warn, a smug smile written all over my face.

“That’s it!” He hisses, snatching me up by the scruff of my neck he shoves his way through the crowd. “You and me, outside NOW.”

I was scared, what had I gotten myself into now? I didn’t think he was angry any more, I was really starting to think we were just playing with each other…but now…

“Follow, if you have a death wish,” He growled to the patrons who had started to walk after us. They all turned at once as if they were never interested in our fight to being with. Catching one last look at my grandmother I saw her shake her head and smile to herself. Smile? How could she possibly be smiling! I was about to get my ass whooped on!

Before I knew what was happening he was tossing me into a dark ally way. Grunting, I land hard on the pavement because I couldn’t get my limbs to work in time. Groaning, I tried to roll over, needing to get up but the three drinks—if that was how many I really had—were really starting to catch up with me and things were spinning around me worse then ever before. I don’t know how I had managed to fight before but I have a feeling I can’t do it again.

“What’s your name kid?” I hear a ruffle of clothing and the clinking of armor followed by the splashing of water. Was he taking a piss out in public?

“I asked you a question, I expect you to answer it.” He growled, I finally manage to roll over and I can see his faint outline, he was looking at me, those cold eyes glowing in the soft light of the moon.

“V-vegeta…” I say my voice way more slurred than I remember it being before. “Look…I’m sorry about earlier…I take it all back…if you want a fair fight we can have one in the morning…”

“I don’t want to fight you…prince Vegeta.” He said pulling his shorts back up and moving his armor back down over his groin he came to kneel over me. Now I can see a smile on his face and I wonder why the hell we are out here then if he doesn’t intend to fight. He reaches down and I close my eyes, expecting to be hit. When I felt his hand in my hair I open my eyes in surprise. His rough, calloused hand was so…delicately stroking my hair.

I hear someone purring and I realize it is me, this feels nice and when he fists his hand in my hair I don’t even yelp. He drags me to a sitting position and I stop breathing, my purring stopping at once. “How much have you had to drink, you reek of it. Does your father know you are out here?” He said and I realized he was sniffing me, inhaling sharply I start purring again, he smells good.

“Uh! Stop purring like that!” He growls and he lets go of my hair, letting me slump back down to the pavement. “My balls are already fucking blue as it is…I don’t need this!” He mutters to himself

“Blue? Wha?” I said staring to laugh at the image I got of this man with blue balls.

“Shut the fuck up you idiot…“ He growls at me, slapping me unnecessarily hard. “The palace is too damned far…I am not going to carry your ass that fucking far…” He picks me up again and I groan at the sudden shift in possessions. I am starting to feel sick to my stomach, was I supposed to feel like this?

“Come on, I am taking you home, I am sure your father won’t much like the idea of you sleeping it off in the gutter like some commoner.” I hear a hint of distaste in his voice but I don’t care, I don’t even care that he seems to know my family. All I care about right now is the fact that I really think I am going to be sick..

“Let me down,” I groan, trying to push him away, trying to get down to the ground again so I can throw up.

“Fine,” He just lets me go and I tumble to the ground with a scream. Scrambling to my hands and knees I forget all about the injustices he has just committed, my whole after noon meal coming up with a strong mixture of the silver shit I had been drinking earlier.

“Disgusting brat…totally disgusting.” He says from behind me, waiting until I have finished. When I finally empty the last bit of my stomach on the poor pavement I get to my feet shakily, already feeling better.

“Fuck off,” I said sloppily to him, turning towards the road that I knew would take me home.

He was at my side at once, stopping me, “You don’t know much about this place do you?” He asked me with anger in his voice. “You won’t make it home from this neighborhood in your condition.” He assures me, looking me up and down like he had in the bar.

“Anyone drunk enough to grab a guy’s tail, in public no less, when he is coming into season is drunk enough to attract the wrong type of attention. You’ll get your hot ass rapped before you even go a block. Now you’re coming home with me.” Before I can argue he has picked me up again and slung me over his shoulder. My face was buried in his gorgeous hair and his scent was filling my head again. I liked this.

‘Coming into season? He is going into heat?’ I think, my head still very fuzzy despite throwing up all of which I had drank. Is that why he smells so damned good? Groaning, I feel myself becoming hard, great…I hope he doesn’t realize it.

“You had better not be groaning because you’re going to be sick again…” He said worry in his voice. “We’re almost to my house…” He grunted, shifting my weight on his broad shoulder. He has got to be strong, I can feel his muscles rippling under the skin of his arms. Purring again I burry my face deeper in his hair.

Hey, I’m going home with a guy! I realize suddenly and I start to pure even louder, my tail coming to stroke his face.

“Will you stop that!” He demands, trying to slap my tail away. I only coil it around his hand, demanding his attention. However before I can take this any further he is putting me down roughly on the ground. He digs a chain out from under his breast plate and reveals a key on it’s end, fitting it to the door I have just now noticed he gives it a jiggle and a push.

Beyond the door it is darker than the night around us and I can not see a thing. He picks me back up in his arms and I wrap my arms around his neck. Hearing the door close behind us I loose all light, I can’t help but purr now. I’m alone with a good looking man, this has never happened before. Nuzzling my face into the side of his neck I don’t really notice the fact that he is carrying me up a flight of stairs. Before I know what is happening I am being put down again and there is a light being turned on.

Squinting I try to turn away from the source of the light. We are in a bathroom now, for what reason I don’t know. The pig had already emptied himself all over a building outside.

“Here…” He says to me, pushing a tooth brush and some tooth past into my hands. “Wash that shit out of your mouth then take a shower, your dirty.”

I stare at him like he has grown a second head. “Look, I started that fight because fighting makes me hornier than a teen in his first rut. I was hoping that you’d notice and come home with me but…then I realized how fucking drunk you were. I’m not going to take advantage of the King’s son, however…so just get ready for fucking bed before I jump you damned bones after all.”

Before I can even think about what I am doing I drop the toothpaste and toothbrush and grab him roughly. Pulling him down to my level I press my lips to his.

He only growled and pushed me away. “Brush you teeth you idiot…” He spat and whipped his lips roughly, “I don’t like the taste of vomit.”

I flush and at once pick up the tooth brush and the tube of paste from off the floor. Under his watchful gaze I quickly clean my fangs, scrubbing the foul taste from off my tongue.

“I’m going to let you sleep in my mom and dad’s room…down the hall and in the door to your right…I expect you to take a shower, you hear me? My parents‘ll kill you if you crawl into their bed smelling the way you do.” He said and I nod, spitting into the sink. He turned and left, leaving me alone in the old, run down bathroom.


I can’t believe I had brought the son of the King into my house like this. Wait till my parents got home, they were going to have my ass for this one. Going to my bedroom I dig my phone out from under a pile of pornographic comic books. Picking the hand set up from the cradle I dial a number I know all too well.

“Bella, who’s calling this late at night?” A grumpy voice spoke on the other end. Sighing I shook my head. “Hey, its me Ditzu, you’ll never guess who I have in my house right now.”

“What…oh ‘ell Ditzu, whaz up? ‘Aven‘t ‘erd from ya in a long ass time.” She said dropping the formal tone for her normal street gutter tone. “Who do ya ‘ave in yer house?’

“Your son,” I say almost sounding angry. “Look…I can’t keep him here. I am about to start my next cycle and he is looking very tempting right now…you know? So I suggest you get your ass down here and take him home before I do something I shouldn’t. Like fuck his hot little ass ‘till he can‘t walk!”

“What…what is Vegeta doin’ down tha?” She asked sounding only mildly interested in what I had to say about my on coming heat.

“He is drunk off his damned feet…I picked a fight with him at the bar ‘cause I didn’ recognize him at first. I was going to take him home…but the cub grabbed my tail and I took him outside, found out who he really was.” I growl into the phone knowing this would get her riled up. “Seriously Bella, I’m fucking horny here, your son’s virtue is about to fly out of the window.”

“Oh really? I thought’z much woul’ happen…my huby’s already tol’ me about ‘is stupid plan. A’least he ended up witya instead of some weird soldier…he needs a good lay, I know ya‘ll take care of ‘im.” She said, there was a click on the line and I realized she had hung up on me.

“What the FUCK!” I cry, slamming the phone back into it’s cradle. Good thing they were making these things more and more Saiyan proof or I might have broken it. Staring at it for a good few moments I tried to make myself believe that I had not just listened to my cousin tell me that it was alright to fuck her cub senseless.

Of course I was much younger than my cousin was, and the Gods knew that Vegeta and I are very close in age. Hell, this was only my thirteenth heat I have ever been through…and I could tell Vegeta was about to go into heat himself. Growling to myself I throw myself out flat on my bed. Staring up at my ceiling I wonder where I could put the brat. There was no where in this house that would be safe from me when my hormones kicked in full strength. Not even my parent’s room.

Groaning I rolled over on my side, wishing this was nothing more than another wet dream. But I could hear the water running next door and I couldn’t help but picture that fine body naked under the shower head.

I had had a hard on ever since he first punched me, this wasn’t fair! What was I to do!? Sitting up from my bed I nearly rip my armor off. It was staring to get way too hot in here. Throwing the heavy garment next to my hamper I pace the small space in my room in nothing but my spandex shorts. Maybe I should call mom and dad, have them come home…no I couldn’t do that, they were in their tail end of heat themselves and they were off somewhere in the mountains ridding it out.

Riding, what I wouldn’t give to have that angel of a man riding on my cock right now. Hearing the downstairs door open a thought pops into my head at once. Rushing out of my room I nearly charged downstairs. My brother had just gotten home from work, I could tell by the black pants and the retarded shirt he wore. “Kakkarot!” I shout, grabbing him and dragging him back up the stairs.

“HEY! Hey, what’s wrong with you!” He growls, trying to fight me off with little results. Stopping in front of the bathroom I point at the door.

“Prince Vegeta is in there, I want you to take care of him and let him sleep in your bedroom tonight.” I said shoving fifty dollars from my pocket into his hand, “I’ll give you fifty more if you do a good job.”

He stares at the money than at me, an odd look in his eyes. I know exactly what he is thinking, “Vegeta is drunk and I’m…I’m not feeling too well myself, just take care of him for me. Please? Make sure he goes strait to bed after his shower, you listening Kakkarot? And what ever you do…keep him away from my room! Also…don‘t let me any where near him. Do you understand?”

“I guess…” He said looking at the money again. “But you can keep your money, I’ll do this for free…it is an honor to meet the future king!” He gets that retarded smile on his face that makes me want to pound his head repeatedly into the wall and hands me back my monies. Sighing in frustration I take it back just as the water on the other side of the door stops running. Turning I take off for my bedroom.

I know all I need was a good jacking off and some sleep and this would all be out of my system soon enough. Throwing my door open I pounce on my bed, burying my face in the softness of the down pillows my cousin had sent us from the palace. Pulling the quilt back I snuggle into the silk sheets that had also been a gift to her favorite aunt and uncle. Good thing Dad doesn’t like things like this or I wouldn’t have ever gotten my hands on them.

Pealing my tight shorts off, I sigh in relief. Tossing them towards my armor I lay there for a few moments trying hard to catch my breath. I am about to bust a nut right here; when had I lost so much control?

Groaning I realized I had left the door open, oh well, isn’t like Kakkarot hadn’t ever walked in on me naked or jacking off before.

“Ditzu?”

I grunt, about to get really pissed. “What is it Kakkarot, I’m busy.”

“Leave…” It was the prince’s voice. I sat bolt upright in my bed, my eyes going wide. It cant be, but there he is, standing in the door way with nothing more on than his shirt.

“Kakkarot, I thought I told you to keep him away from here!” I growl wanting to know why the fuck a damp haired, sexy prince was standing in my bedroom right now.

“I told him to take me here…he give me some bullshit that you were sick and tried to get me to go to bed. Tell him Kakkarot.”

“Yes Sire…” My little brother said and I felt, if possible, even more aroused than before. I liked a strong man who could give orders—one of the reasons I dated the officers in my training battalion.

“He said it was treasonous not to listen to the future king…I had to Ditzu…I’m sorry!” My little brother said, he sounded near tears and as confused as he had ever been in his life.

“You did a good job Kakkarot, go. I wish to be alone with your brother.” Vegeta said and my brother gave me one last glance before doing as he was told.

Vegeta smirked and closed the door behind Kakkarot’s retreating form. “Now we’re alone…” He purred, locking the door. That smirk on his face sent waves of need and longing racing through me, I was quickly loosing my mind and I knew if he got much closer I’d end up fucking him like a wild animal.

“I don’t know what you’re doing here. I am trying to do the right thing and take care of you Vegeta…but you’re making it hard!” I growl, flushing when I realize he is staring at my lap. With only the quilts between me and him it was obvious that I was quite aroused.

“I can tell,” He whispered, pointing at my lap. He walked—more like stumbled—closer, crawling onto the end of my bed. His tail was waving back and forth slowly, giving off his strong scent. He must have been closer to rut than I had first thought, I could smell his hormones in his musk. He was screaming to be fucked.

I hold perfectly still, somehow controlling myself and my raging lust for him. “Vegeta, you’re in heat…” I inform him in case he didn’t already know. “I should really have taken you home.”

“I don’t want to go home…” His tail is in my face again and I know exactly what he wants from me, I can smell his arousal as much as see it jutting out from under that silk shirt of his.

“Its time for bed,” I say trying to force him away from me. His tail only twines around my neck, holding me close. He leans in and pauses, as if he were watching me, waiting for me to make a move. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, as well as the fresh mint of the toothpaste. His perfect lips were only centimeters from mine now and I knew it would not take much to just close that gap and claim them as mine.

“Its time that you kiss me,” He purred and I knew that this wasn’t him talking but his raging hormones and the alcohol.

“No,” I growl, trying to shove him away before I reached my breaking point and took him up on his demand.

“Its not a request…” He growled back, climbing into my lap and wrapping his legs around my waist. His arms came around my neck and I stop my forceful shoving. He was grinning at me coyly, like he didn’t know what he was doing to me. “Its an order soldier. I know you‘re in the army…Ditzu.”

I groan softly, his firm ass pressing against my aching groin.

“Kiss me now you mother fucker.” He growled fiercely in my ear, rotating his hips in just the right way. Threading my hand into his hair I yank his head back with a growl of my own. Glaring at him I bear my fangs and throw him to the bed roughly. Pouncing on him I pin him below me.

“As you wish your highness,” I sound like an animal and it slightly scares me but I lean in, teasingly licking his chin. He grunts and shifts, trying to catch my attention but I nip at his nose, drawing a frustrated hiss from him.

“Kiss me properly or I will have you beheaded!” He snaps trying to break free from my powerful grasp. He may have had a lot more strength than I had, but I am smarter when it comes to restraint and I use my weight and height advantage against him.

“Which head?” I purr softly into his ear. He stops squirming under me and I can feel his heart skip a beat.

“Maybe this one…” He whispers back, purring against my throat. Suddenly he was squirming again and bucking wildly against my arousal which was just as bare as his was now that I was out from under the quilts.

“Vegeta…” I groan, going limp against him, nearly coming all over his stomach. I hadn’t had sex in such a long time I was ready to positively explode at any given moment, despite the fact that I wanted this to last all night long.

He howls in victory and I find myself pinned on my back, “Now you will kiss me properly.” He growled, bearing sharp fangs that glistened in the light of my desk lamp. He was sweating slightly and breathing hard and I was hypnotized at once by his sheer beauty.

“What ever you want,” I say dragging him back down for a brutal sparing of the tongues. His lips were softer than silk, and I delved past them hungry for more. He tasted better than the finest wines and despite his lack of experience he was a pretty good kisser.

Vegeta pulled away, giving me a rough slap that had my thoughts reeling through my head once more. “HEY! What was that for!” I asked not nearly as pissed as I sounded, in fact that little slap had made me that much more frisky than before.

“You will address me properly,” He said, a wicked grin playing over his handsome features. His hands trail down my chest and I purr softly, letting him explore.

“Yes your highness,” I said, being instantly rewarded by those naughty hands. For a virgin he seemed to know where everything was without any help at all. Hell, he wasn’t even being shy about his knowledge. His slender fingers traced patterns over my swollen flesh, making me groan involuntarily.

“Shut up….” Vegeta growled in my ear, his own erection rubbing against my thigh while his hand jerked roughly at my oozing man hood.

Tossing my head back, “V-Vegeta!“ I cry in a trembling voice. I wanted to tell him to stop, that what he was doing was about to make me come but I couldn’t seem to get the words past my lips when the first shockwaves of orgasm hit me hard.

Vegeta was purring in my ear while I gasped to catch my breath, he sounded happy about something. Opening my eyes slightly I caught sight of him licking his hand slowly. Personally I didn’t like come and the sight sickened me slightly.

“You taste good,” He purred, giving his hand one last lick before he turned his glazed over eyes to my body. He was eyeing me like a fine cute of meat and I felt my face flush slightly. Why was he looking at me like that? Damned the royal brat!


I can’t believe what I am doing, is this how mom and dad made me? I don’t even want to think of it, I just know that I feel incredibly powerful. I made Raditzu come, of course he could have touched himself just like I had and had the same effect but…

“Vegeta?” He pants my name and I feel a thrill run through me. I love it when he says my name like that. I could get used to it in fact, maybe I should take him with me when I go home tomorrow. My father would understand…nice peace of tail and all. I giggle drunkenly, licking my slick lips—damned he tasted good.

“Why are you giving me that funny look?” He asks and I smirk, my eyes narrowing at him while thoughts of what I could do to him now passed through my head. I was painfully aroused and I needed relief bad. Trailing my hands down over his sweaty chest I followed my fingers with my tongue. I wanted to taste every part of him, I wanted to find every weak point on his body. I wanted to make him cry my name again.

His hand tangles into my upswept mop of hair and I purr louder against his belly, tracing a delicate scar that wound up over his lower abdomen. I could feel he was getting aroused again, his cock was pressing against my collarbone. Good, good.

“Vegeta…” he moaned softly, trying to push me down further on his body. I knew what he wanted me to do but I wasn’t going for it.

“I want you to…” I breath, but he doesn’t let me finish, he is already pushing me onto my back. He pins me once again, his lust filled eyes on fire.

“Suck,” He orders, his fingers finding their way into my mouth. I didn’t like taking orders from others, but I was all too happy to oblige this Adonis of a man. “Remind me to teach you how to give head.” Raditzu muttered, burying his face in my shoulder. He shuddered and I smirked around the digits knowing that this was driving him mad.

When his fingers slipped away, I didn’t know what to expect. After all, they didn’t teach young cubs about this sort of thing, especially not young Royal cubs (In fact, what little I did know came from the dirty magazines my mother kept hidden behind her knitting supplies—the ones she suspiciously never touched). They trailed over my chest, over my stomach and past my straining erection, despite my growled demand for attention. They slipped past my balls and to the puckered opening in my back side. Gasping, I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain.

“So fucking tight,” He murmured against my sweaty skin. Biting my lower lip, I prayed to what ever god existed out there that this pain wouldn’t get any worse, or at least that it would go away soon after if it did. He slid another slick finger into me and I cried out, tears falling from the corners of my eyes. Did he have any idea how much this hurt?

Those fingers curved and brushed against something wonderful and my whole world blurred into a different reality for a split second. I didn’t know what the hell that was, but he did it again and I gasped, groaned, and cried out his name. Dear kami, I wanted more. I could have died that moment and I would have died a very happy man. Pain? What pain, there was only that blinding pleasure.


Oh Kami he was being loud, surely Kakakrot could hear from where ever he was in the house. I couldn’t care less, the brat knew not to talk about this to our parents. Gazing down into Vegeta’s face, I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He was even more beautiful now that he was writhing in pleasure below me. Removing my fingers, I licked them, savoring the taste of him. Smirking, I watched dark brown eyes open to gaze up at me.

“Why the hell did you stop?” He demanded, what a cheeky boy…but not for much longer. I was going to make a man out of him. Reaching for my nightstand, I open a drawer and pull out a tube of lubrication and a few condoms. Sitting up, I watch him while I prepare myself. He seemed fully interested in what I was doing, his endless brown eyes observing every movement.

“You want to help?” I asked him after slipping my condom on. Taking his tiny hands into mine, I squeezed some lubricant into his hands. He got the idea fast, his fingers wrapping around my sheathed length. I let him play for a few moments before I forced him to lay back down, I wouldn‘t dare to let him play much more, he was too good for his own good.

“Raditzu…“ I hush him with a kiss spreading his legs, he trembled under me and I knew at once that he was afraid. Positioning myself with one hand, I ran the other through his soft hair.

“Its alright Vegeta, just stay relaxed and this won’t hurt for long. Trust me…this feels great.” I whisper to him, licking at the shell of his ear even as I began to push forward. He tensed below me and I waited until he relaxed again, burying myself to the hilt in his searing heat. Sucking on his sweaty skin, I listened to him gasp and pant, trying desperately to catch his breath.

“Ditzu…” He said, his voice trembling.

“Shhhh, I know it hurts,” I sighed, breathing in his scent, stroking his sweaty hair and savoring his warmth. The one thing I loved the most about having sex was the feeling of their body pressed against mine, the feeling of their hard member pressed against my stomach. “I’ll wait…just tell me when you feel your ready.”

He nodded and I cooed in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. He shuddered below me and I felt myself twitch inside of him. I promised I would wait, but this was driving me nuts, he was so hot and so wonderful around my aching need. I wanted so desperately to move, to find my release in him, maybe even do it over and over again until we both pass out.

“O-okay…I think…I’m ready,” He whispered after what felt like forever and a day. I was startled, I wasn’t expecting him to speak. I was waiting for him to move under me—to start this little tango with a nice little jiggle of his sweet, tight ass.

“Sure sweet heart,” I reply softly. Rolling us over, I grip his waist tightly, lifting him almost all the way off before thrusting up into him. He arches his back and stifles a scream. I knew at once that I had hit the right spot. Tears of pain had been replaced by a pleasured, desperate expression.

This time he moves, oh so slowly up, I bit my lower lip to hold back a groan. Was he trying to torture me? Holding him still I thrust hard into him and he screams my name, toppling forward against me, his breath coming fast and hard in my ear. “You like that baby?” I pant against his cheek, I only get a nod and I smile making a small little movement against his prostate, wringing a gasp from him.

Slapping his ass I start to pick up the pace, “You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan. He only nods again and I am starting to think that he isn’t listening to me at all, just reveling in the pleasure that is so obviously filling him. Pulling all the way out of him, he groans in disappointment. “On your hands and knees.” I tell him and he quickly complies.


He shifts on the bed behind me and I glance back at him. I never thought it was possible to feel this needy, but here I was, practically begging for Raditzu to put it back in me. I needed him to make me come.

Gasping, I feel him enter, slamming so very hard into that sweet spot that has my whole body quaking beneath him. His hands are exploring my chest and I burry my face in his silken sheets, trying to muffle my moans of pleasure. I know I am being far to loud, but it is so hard to keep quiet when you feel this good.

Suddenly his hand is grasping my weeping manhood, pumping it in time with his almost frantic thrusts. Its getting hard to breath, but I don’t care I can feel myself getting steadily closer to my peak. Masturbation had never felt this good, I’m so glad I hadn’t known what I had been missing. I might have gone insane a few months ago.

His other hand ran up my chest and over my throat, lifting my face out of his bed and I could breath again. However the sweet fresh air was short lived, his lips crushed against mine and I groaned into his open mouth. Before I knew what was happening he was dragging me tightly back against his chest, shifting to a sitting position. The angle was better and he went deeper than ever before, I cried his name against those wonderful lips.

“Vegeta,” He growled hotly in my ear, and the mere sound of his voice sent me flying over the edge into pure bliss. Sobbing, I shot my seed into his calloused hand, ridding out the spasms on his stiff cock. I could feel him shudder behind me and knew he was reaching his end too, tightening my muscles around him as best as I could, I milked him of his rich cream. Too bad he was wearing that damned condom, I wish I could have taken his load. That would have felt great. I know it would have.

Panting and exhausted, I let Raditzu lay me down. Smiling lazily up at him, I reach up to touch his cheek. “Fuck,” It was the only word I could come up with and yet it was so inadequate to how I really felt. He snorted and shook his head, removing the spent condom, he threw it into his waist can. Shaking his head again, I watched his wild main shift around his beautiful body. He tugged the quilt up over his shoulders and laid himself out next to me. I roll onto my side and snuggle into him, savoring his heat.

“That was the best lay I’ve ever had.” Raditzu confided sleepily, wrapping his arms around me, holding me so very tight. “What’cha doin tomorrow?”

“Nothing.” I answer, a smile spreading over my face. “Are you asking me out on a date or something?”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Raditzu purred, it was the first time I’ve ever heard him purr and I already know that I love it.

“Then it is a date.”