A Prince Among Men
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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:
a.
an>
the hell ain’t mine.
b.
Yes, this is technically an AU.
But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would all be sitting around
reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
c.
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS.
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“Explain
it to me again,” Bardock said, felt like a idiot child.
that everyone felt like an idiot child when there ire in the general vicinity
of this smirking little imp-twin.)
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “ALRIGHT,”
Goten said again, rubbed his hands together and flipped his tail in amused
way. “I have replaced the Prince’s ki
rings with the ones that I have made.
They will allow him to power up.
And I am going to train him to fight.”
“The
Prince is an elite,” Bardock countered—which meant shit, precisely, because
elites were just fancy titles for fancy fuck-ups that could beat up one another
but didn’t stand a chance against anything.
“He already knows how to fight.”
“Right,”
that was the other twin, “He knows how to fight so well, too.”
And Bardock found himself completely believing that these two were his
son’s children. The resemblance was
there, but there was also the similarities of their personalities.
“I’ll
teach him how to fight for real,” Goten said, “The way he taught us.”
“Just
once,” Vegeta muttered from his corner of the room, “Just once I wish you would
listen to me.”
Goten
turned—he was standing in the middle of the Captain’s quarters of the ship—and
flipped his brother off. “Whatever,
asshole. Listening to you got us here
in the first place.”
Red
looked highly unimpressed. She, in
fact, looked bored. And a bored Red was
nobody’s friend.spanspan>A fact that these two
twins had not yet realized, but probably would soon if they didn’t provide some
sort of entertainment (or preferably leave so he could get back to her and
their lovely activity of trying to make a baby.) “Look,” she said, “Why are you telling us this?
“Well,”
Goten said, “I want to power him up to Super Saiyan. I’m fairly certain I can do it in about four days.
tank.”
He
blinked. Four days?
was nine. That was SEVEN years.
days?’ FOUR DAYS.
to accomplish this in that short time?”
Goten
grinned. “Trade secret.”
Vegeta
stood up—he had been lying in a hammock-type thing that was mounted to the wall
and designed to hold small children—he sighed.
know. He’ll get there on his own.
he should have. His father wants him
dead and he had friends on his side that think it’s a great game to torture
Saiyans.”
Red
moved to her feet, stared at her grandson, glared at him.
renown and feared. He stood there,
crossed his arrogant arms over his arrogant chest and stared right back.
glared right back. The other twin, the
impish one, rolled his eyes and picked at his fingernails.
makes you so sure that the Prince won’t follow in his father’s steps?”
And
Vegeta gave her a smi smile. “What
makes you so sure he won’t?” Looked at
them, “The two of you plan to take him back to the palace yourselves, so don’t
preach at me about shit.”
This
made Red step back a bit. She gave him
a reluctant nod of approval. Didn’t
even round about on the other twin—Bardock wasn’t entirely sure why not,
because if it had been any other pair, she would have stared down them
both.
Goten
grinned again. “Alright then!
brother on the back, “Is going to teach our dear Kaki that he has a brain as
well as a dick and the brain is the better to think with.”
~~~***
The
weirdest part, Vegeta thought as he sat very still on the cot and meditated,
was that he could feel the power, but he couldn’t use it.
couldn’t even really feel his own ki.
But these, they made all his skin tingle with the power and he felt it
in a bubble all around him, but he could not use it, had to be careful to
remember that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was.
But
there was no pain. Identical rings on
his nipples, identical barbell through his tail, but they did not do anything
even slightly similar to what the others did.
Didn’t hurt. Didn’t burn.
actually. Liked having one-upped his
father.
You
put me out here, he wanted to say to the smelly old bastard, but you forgot I
always come back. Wanted to know who it
was that was a spy for his father so he could kill the traitorous bastard that
thought he could keep the Prince of All Saiyans from taking on his rightful
title. And he would kill the jerk just
as soon as he was near enough to the capitol to kill his father without having
to worry that the old smelly thing had prior warning.
His
meditating was interrupted by someone smacking the back of his head.
smirking imp. He said: “First lesson;
pay attention. You should be aware of
everything around you at all times.”
“I
hardly need lessons from you,” he snapped.
He had thought being stuck out in the open air in a camp of the 3rd
class infantry was bad, he had drastically underestimated the stench.
he realized just how disgusting they really smelled. And seeing how it was a ship, he could not go anywhere to get
away from it.
“Need
or not, You’re getting the lessons.”
Then he patted him on the head and walked away.
Vegeta was not.
But
that was fine, he supposed—in a reluctant sort of way—because the idiot had
helped him, had taken those rings off him and told him that he was being
watched, had given him replacements that would allow him to power up and that
power would help him defeat his father.
Would allow him to fight back when people shoved him around.
that was going to happen soon.)
~~~***
Waking
up wasn’t fun anymore. That was all
Kakarot had to say about it. He was
used to waking up to warm weather (not the perfectly cool temperature that the
ships effortless maintained) to a nice warm person who wiggled and wriggled
under him and sex. The sex made his
mornings bearable. But ever since he
had woken up to find the Prince under him, one of those damn twiad bad been
waking him up. And not with sex and
happy things. The brat—he was certain
it was the same one every morning—would wake him up by yanking on his hair, and
then if Kakarot so much as touched him, he would get a knee to the groin or gut
and a disgusted snort and sneer.
That
was not fun.
He
was not pleased with this turn of events at all. In fact, more and more, it was pissing him off.
he felt his power level inching up everyday he woke up and got denied.)
amusing. In fact, every time she saw
him walk into the common cafeteria, she giggled at him.
“Poor
Kakarot,” she said—without even a hint of real pity.
He
sat next to her and dropped his head down to the table, mumbled something rude
in response, but mostly was too tired and too annoyed to really care.
he really wished they would just jump out into space without a suit on and
implode or something.
“Radditz
said we were going to reach the new planet tomorrow,” she said.
about Saiyans: don’t eat it if you haven’t made it yourself or caught it yourself.
“Who
cares?” he mumbled. Lifted his head and
felt very deprived. Right, so he got
it, the twin was angry because he had ‘taken advantage’ of Vegeta and he had
(he guessed, in a way that he didn’t really agree with.)
under the control of the ki-repressors.
But he hadn’t. And besides, the
Prince hadn’t ever fought him, he had practically fucked himself the second
time. So this whole situation was not
just Kakarot’s fault.
But
was Vegeta getting punished for it?
No. Just him.
there were plenty of willing ladies running around here that would gladly wake
him up in the morning. Just because he
did something less than ‘honorable’ with the Prince didn’t mean all the lovely
women should have to suffer.)
“Hey,
Kakarot,” Saima said, “Have you ever heard of anyone getting pregnant the first
time?”
Why
did she ask him questions like that?
(Other than the fact that his mother was a slight genius that hah
demanded her sons learn all of the mystical and technical details and oddities
of being a Saiyan.) “Uh…” he
yawned. “No. Because generally the woman has to feel comfortable with the man
before she can conceive.”
“So
even if she knew him for like, as long as Red has known Bardock…
“No.
but considering he was not a woman and had never been pregnant himself he
didn’t know it to be the gospel truth, “Because it’s a huge
responsibility.”
“Oh.”
Looked even more perplexed. And
looked at him with a strange little hopeful gaze.yes"> “Never?” she repeated.
He
shook his head no. “Why?”
“I’m
pregnant.”
HOLY
COW. (He’d seen a holy cow once, they
were not that interesting.) How the
hell had she gotten pregnant without him knowing? How the hell had she gotten pregnant in the first place?
“Uh…
only did it the one time.”
Snobby
little show-off asshole. Figures that
he would be able to get a woman pregnant on the first try because he was a
‘Twin’ and Twins were so damn rare and sacred.
What the fuck ever. Little
asshole.
Thought vindictively of all the horrid things he would like to do to
those twins.
Oh
no Jo.
Vegeta: You
know, why the hell do I have to be the prudish one all the time?
Goten:
Because Trunks isn’t in this story.
Vegeta:
Still. I don’t think I would
spend all my time contemplating how to kick him in the balls
Krt: No, you
should spend your time trying to figure out a way to get into my pants.
Lil’Geta:
Oh. Yeah.
Krt: Excuse me?
Lil’geta:
Kaki, there is not excuse for you.
Victory666:
Yeah!
everywhere *
Jaygoose:
Yes,
he has acting talent, it’s about time he put it to good use.
what I thought of when I read the review.)
Mechanical Butterfly.
*Goten
is slightly less than amused that MB got such a kick out of watching him
suffer.*
*Card
ignores the question about the twin’s life expectancy *
Really?
You like the Title? Most of the time I
suck with Titles. For my original stuff
I can never ever come up with something good.
So I’m very pleased you like the title.
*Goku
grabs yaoi doujinshi and flips it open*
OH WOW! *grabs Vegeta and yanks
him over to shove his face in the doujinshi *
LOOK GETA! Look at what we’re
DOING! *Hugs MB and then drags Geta off
to nearest available closet to make lemonade.*
Getarian:
Awww.
switching it. Having Goten deal with
his father and let Vegeta deal with their Mother. But then I was like…
Naw. Because (personally) I thought
it was more realistic this way.
*runs off again to go finish The Meaning of Pride
Chapter. * Sorry bout the crappy
responses!