Lamb Without Blemish [Discontinued]

Lamb Without Blemish

"Through his cunning, he shall cause deceit to prosper under his rule, and he shall exalt himself in his heart."

(Daniel 8:25)

Chapter Thirteen

"Vegeta…" Kakarrot's inhaled sharply as Vegeta nuzzled against his neck, licking Kakarrot's future mate spot.

"Yes?" Vegeta's hot breath sent chills down Kakarrot's spine when it hit the glistening skin.

"We should stop." Kakarrot gently pushed on Vegeta's shoulders.

"I don't want to." Vegeta ran his hands down Kakarrot's chest and waist, savoring the feeling of tight muscle lying just beneath the thin shirt. "No, Kakarrot. I want you now." Vegeta pulled his hands back and took his shirt off before moving to rid Kakarrot's of his. Once the restriction of clothing was gone, Vegeta attacked Kakarrot's nipple, licking and sucking while massaging and pinching the other nipple with his fingers. Kakarrot's head went back and a low moan left his lips. The glorious sound Kakarrot was setting Vegeta's skin on fire. He went wild with desire, taking on the next nipple with the same vigor.

Midway through his attentions to Kakarrot's chest, Vegeta trailed a finger down Kakarrot's chest, past his firm abs, and finally resting at Kakarrot's bulging crotch. While rubbing Kakarrot through his pants, Vegeta breathed into his lover's chest. "You're over-dressed, my friend."

Vegeta knelled before Kakarrot as he slowly pulled off the younger Saiyan's pants. He licked his lips when the pants came past Kakarrot's crotch and Kakarrot's member popped out to stand at attention. After the pants were off and on the floor, Vegeta stared at Kakarrot for a few moments, thinking that he had never seen anything more beautiful before crawling on all fours toward his prize, ready to take Kakarrot in his mouth. Kakarrot jerked slightly when Vegeta's warm breath hit his sensitive skin. "It's alright." Vegeta stroked the inside of Kakarrot's thigh as he moved in.

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Vegeta strained to open his eyes. A blinding light cut through a narrow opening of thick curtains, sending a sliver of sunlight to cast open his face. 'A dream?' He thought. Vegeta rolled his head to one side and found the movement more difficult than usual. He rubbed a hand against his eyes, trying to ease the burning from the light. "Where am I?" The words barely left his aching throat.

"Prince Vegeta, I'm surprised. I heard you were very intelligent." A dry laugh followed the words.

Vegeta pushed up to rest on his shoulders, a low groan escaping his lips. The pain in his head worsened from the shift. He searched the room for the voice, finding a shadowed figure on the far side of the room. "Who are you?" His voice came out a bit stronger this time.

"Prince Vegeta, I know that the drug was very potent, but I figured you would have some recollection of what happened." The man took a few steps forward, allowing the light to illuminate his face and smirking when recognition flooded Vegeta's face.

"Metga."

"Yes, my young cousin. Your father has turned you over to me. He told me some disturbing information about you. He said." Metga paused to laugh again. "You were involved with a third class and that you wanted to mate him. He was disappointed and angry." Metga advanced. "You hurt him in a way I never could." The smile left his face, leaving a cold glare in its place.

"What are you talking about?" Vegeta sat up. While moving his hands to rest in his lap, Vegeta noticed something odd. Metga's smile returned as he watched Vegeta struggle to remove the foreign object.

"Those wristbands are remarkable – a little gift from Frieza." Metga said, pointing at Vegeta's wrists. "When he studied Saiyans and other powerful beings, he found a way to repress significant levels of ki in order to make individuals quite literally powerless. It took me many years to track down the creature that made them for him. I had to persuade the creature to make some for me." Metga smirked again. "Ki blasts tend to be very persuasive."

"I don't understand. Why would my father turn me over to you? Do you intend to hold me prisoner?" Vegeta moved to stand on weak legs and nearly fell, but steadied himself before taking a step towards his cousin.

"Your father trusts me, if you can believe that. Every time something terrible happened to him, I was there right when it happened. He thinks that we are best friends." Metga advanced to stand a foot in front of Vegeta.

"What?" Vegeta blinked. He tried to wrap his mind around Metga's twisted words, not able to see the meaning behind them. "What is going on here, Metga? You aren't telling me something." He said.

"Finally, one of the Vegeta's sees through this façade." Metga grabbed Vegeta's chin. "I'll tell you the truth, Vegeta, because you won't ever leave this room."

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"I grew up knowing that I was a noble blood, but I would never be able to rule. When I was about five years old, I was introduced to your father. He was a very kind and trusting. I hated him immediately. He would never have to work for the kingship. It was already his. I made up my mind then. I would destroy your father and take the thrown for myself." Metga said, dropping his hand from Vegeta's chin to stroll to a nearby chair before sitting down.

"A few years later," he continued, "I came up with a plan. I needed an accomplice though, so I went to a city near Vegeta's home and happened upon a third class Saiyan that hated the royal family as much as I did." Metga chuckled loudly. "His name was Rallen."

Vegeta stared at Metga with horror written over every inch of his body.

"Yes, Vegeta. I set it all up. Rallen threatened the other children to make sure they left your father alone at the park, so he could make his entrance. I also coordinated your father's torture. I made sure Rallen destroyed every ounce of innocence he had." Metga's lip curled up into crooked smile.

"You evil bastard!" Vegeta jumped forward, his fist connecting with Metga's face with a crack.

"You don't understand, Vegeta. You are powerless against me." Metga brushed off Vegeta's hand. With lightning speed, he retaliated, throwing a punch into Vegeta's gut. Vegeta stumbled back, gasping for air. "Now, as I was saying," Metga returned to his tale. "Rallen and his friends raped your father during his first heat. I showed up afterwards to play the concerned friend. Your father believed me and poured his heart out to me. He was so pathetic."

Vegeta growled at the words, but did not move to hit Metga again.

"I told your father that third classes were vile – that they could not be trusted. He and I agreed to hunt down the third class Saiyans together. I had to get to Rallen first, of course. The look on Rallen's face when I told him that I no longer needed him was nearly worth the whole effort." Metga laughed a sinister laugh that would make Frieze seem like a saint.

"I told your father I killed Rallen. We killed the others together and then set out to destroy the third class image. You see. I needed to have a common enemy with your father. Nothing eats at a man quite like hate. I understand that principle very well." Metga pointed a finger at himself. "I also despise the third classes. I figured I could get your father to do my dirty work. That way when I became king, I wouldn't have to deal with any third classes."

Metga stood up and paced near Vegeta. "But, your father is a persistent thing. He pushed down his despair and chose a mate. Then, you came along. I thought your father might have been completely rehabilitated, but that is when fate provided me with a wondrous opportunity."

"There was to be a rally about the lower classes. Your father was supposed to attend, so I went back to that wrecked city, recruited a few third class Saiyans for the job, and the rest took care of itself. Your father was so enraged after the rally. I didn't have to persuade him at all to kill the third class who hit him." Metga held his mouth in an attempt to control his laughter.

"Your bearer ran off on him not long afterwards. We tracked him down." Metga said between laughs. "Your father gave him to me, just as he turned you over to me." Vegeta opened his mouth to speak, but Metga interrupted him. "I killed your bearer in this room, using restraints like those, but not before having some fun with him."

"Are you saying that my father gave me to you to have me killed?" Vegeta yelled.

"No, he only wanted me to speak with you – knock some sense into you." Metga made a fist with one hand and hit the palm of his other hand with the fist.

"But, you created a great opportunity for me, Vegeta. I was going to wait for the mating ceremony and have your mate killed by a third class, but I don't have to go through the trouble anymore because your future mate is a third class." He chuckled. "All I have to do know is kill you and say this third class did it. In your father's anguish, I can convince him to let me rule for him, temporarily, of course. Over time, I will enslave your father and take the crown for myself. Without you around to stand in my way, I can easily take over the kingdom."

"That plan won't work. Other nobles won't let it."

"Who do you think has been supporting me all these years, Vegeta?"

"Are you saying that members of the royal family have been helping you hurt my father?"

"Don't act surprised. The royal bloods are so easily bribed. Most of them just want sex slaves or money. Both are fairly easy to obtain."

"You are sick. I won't let you do this, not to me, not to my father, or my future mate."

"What do you intend to do? You are powerless to stop me, Prince Vegeta." Metga paused, the crooked smile returning to his face. "Before day's end, you will be dead."

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"Coming!" Kakarrot yelled down the hall to the pounding at the front door. He tried to catch his breath before opening the door. Once open, Kakarrot blinked at the Saiyan before him, unaware of who he was. "Hello." He said. "Can I help you?"

"I hope so. Are you Kakarrot?" Kakarrot nodded slightly. The Saiyan continued. "I'm Gratto, Vegeta's uncle. He told that he was going to speak with his father about wanting to mate you. He said that if he did not come and find me by this morning that something had gone wrong. Now, I fear the worst has happened."

"What do you mean?" Kakarrot's face turned from shock to horror in an instant.

"Have you heard how his bearer died?" Kakarrot nodded again. "Well, I believe that history will repeat itself, unless we do something."

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TBC