A Prince Among Men
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WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:
a.
No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure
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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Instant
change. The sort that Kakarot had
actually always assumed was just a myth.
Sure, he knew that bonding was a very real thing, that most of the time
in was instinct, and that nobody really had any control over it.
instantaneous. Like free will had been
sapped right out of him, and it took every ounce of his concentration and
willpower just to keep some iota of himself.
Weird.
And
the Prince was staring at him. Blinked
a few times, touched his bloody mouth and had the most interesting ‘OH SHIT’
look on his face. Ah, well, nice to see
the royalty could catch up to the realization that the future king had just
eternally bound himself to a lowly third-class foot soldier.
could do about it. No way in hell to
even dispute it now, and as Kakarot sat up and looked at Vegeta, as he watched
the Prince struggle with his new-found need for dominance, he knew that there
wasn’t even a way the could even the fucking bond out.
Royalty did not get bitten.
EVER. Never had.
So
he was stuck as a slave to every word the Prince said to him for eternity.
“Why
didn’t you say something about it, if you thought it would happen?” Vegeta
snapped at him.
His
shoulder burned and he found himself opening his mouth even if he didn’t want
to. Must answer.
that.” Which was a stupid thing to
think, because nobody was stronger or smarter than instinct.
“Hn.”
legs, looked at him and thought about it.
(Must have been having some pretty damn interesting thoughts, since he
was hard again.) “And you have to do
whatever I tell you to do?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“What
if I don’t say anything to you?”
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I can do whatever.” Or at least that was the theory. He knew this one girl that had been told by her mate to ‘wait
right there’ and consequently and stood in the same place for two months
waiting. He wasn’t entirely sure, but
he was fairly certain she had died.
the Prince said again, “Want to fuck again?”
would have rolled his eyes. Would have,
but the bond spoke up—flared pain in his shoulder again—and he couldn’t so much
as sigh about it. “Yes,” is what he
said, “But you better get it out of your system or you’ll be fucking me instead
of claiming your throne tomorrow.”
Which was the solemn truth. The
only plus (besides the dominant one’s complete control of the less dominant
mate) of being bonded was the fact that you were horny all the time.
you never got sick of it. Unfortunately
that was also one of the biggest downfalls.
laid back down on the floor and sighed.
Watched the Prince stand up and retrieve the salve.
to be him. He should have never gone
into the woods that day with Saima. But
then again, being mated to a King could not be that awful.
it?
got within shouting distance of the planet—so to speak— the second day after
the Prince ascended and Bardock walked into his youngest’s room to find Kakarot
and the Prince already awake. Dressed
even. Except Kakarot had ripped his
shirt away from his shoulder and was showing off a very clean (albeit fresh and
red) claim bite on his shoulder. Didn’t
look like the happiest Saiyan in the world. But the Prince looked pleased with this turn of events (of course
he would, he had a very powerful mate, all the sex he could ever want with none
of the downfall of having to worry about pregnancy. Which meant he would have to find some woman eventually if
expected to have heirs, but Bardock doubted Prince Vegeta’s thoughts were
extending that far at this point.)
look,” Red said. She disagreed with
bonds because they limited the life of the bonded. Otherwise she would be sporting a mark herself.
leave me alone,” Kakarot said.
Pouted.
ready to land,” Bardock said, “Are you prepared to declare the fight?”
course I am,” Vegeta said, “Are your troops ready to fight?”
grinned. “Always.”
was like everything else blanked out.
The ship hovered (who ever the moron that landed Bardock’s ship was not
the one in charge of hovering above the palace courtyard) just where everyone
in the capital city could see. Floated
above a regal ceremony where the precious Prince Caradoc was to be named Chief
something or another, and allowed to officially dictate some law or another.
stepped off the ship, landed on the stone floor of the courtyard, amidst the
crowd of assembled elites and high-class civilians. He dented the ground around him, rose his power so high it
flickered yellow, and his hair straightened up on his head.
his hands into the air and clapped.
Stepped forward, parted the crowd around him, as they turned, stared and
gasped out in disbelief. He walked up
the stairs—dented those as well, put craters in them—and saw his father, the
icejin-hybrids and his dear, little brother.
the RIGHTFUL Prince,” he said, “As the HEIR to the throne and the aggrieved
son, I call a blood-feud on YOU father.”
the king laughed. Stunk.
was one amongst them that was very powerful.
Would become a problem to defeat, doubtlessly, but first, the King must
die.
if you will,” he said, turned to look at Kakarot—smiled—and then said—knew that
instinct, bonding and tradition would not fail him—“Ascend.”
Rose his own power level as he heard Kakarot scream felt the tear of
power around him, and the flash of bright yellow light.
was beautiful how simple that was.
moved forward, felt Kakarot at his side, glowing in that same sort of power—not
as strongly, but still powerful—and his little brother stood before him, put
himself between the king and Vegeta.
Fool. He raised his hand.
snorted at him, crossed his little arms over his inbred chest and said: “No.”
struck him, smacked him across the face and watched him fall to the ground with
a mirthless smile, then stepped over him—left him to bleed and whimper on the
ground—and moved toward the King. There
was a battle behind him, he knew.
Elites did not sit around and let blood-feuds go on without fighting for
their king. It was that loyalty that
was rewarded. But the third class was
there. Storming the elites and proving
that even if you thought you were better—you weren’t. He heard them the scuffle, the screams the primal yells of the
fighters.
before his father, saw the icejins as they moved to attack, saw Kakarot as he
intervened. That was his purpose.
him, rose his hand, uncurled his fist and held out the three original
piercings.
these, father?” he asked.
snapped.
you should have realized I always come back.”
Punched the arrogant bastard of a King, knocked him down, to his
feet. Felt everything go dead silent
around him, and didn’t even turn around to see what had caused that
silence. All there was to hear was the
King’s heavy breathing. His eyes rolled
in their sockets, turned up to look at him.
knelt before death itself, and he cringed like a dog, let tears slip down his
face. Coward of a stinking tyrant.
he rose his hand again, flipped it so his palm was flat toward the king,
focused all his power into his hand, felt it form, felt the beam of power as it
formed and LAUGHED.
was a hand that grabbed the crown out of the way, and he ignored it.
crown with the bastard king. Watched
the king die, bleed and burn and die.
Dropped his hand. Looked up from
the scorch mark and found the two impish twins, standing in the air—not
impressive or powerful at all—the oldest one holding the crown.
think we’d let you show off without seeing what you could do,” Vegeta (the
twin) said, “Did you?”
smirked. “He probably thought we were a
figment of his imagination.” Then he
sighed. Lowered down to the ground.
the silenced crowd, and as they all bowed before him, he felt the crown on his
head.
we can beat your ass if you turn into a tyrant,” the older said.
take care of Kaki, okay.” The youngest
one patted his shoulder and then they were gone again.
flared up everywhere again, the third class roared out its applause and hooted
and hollered and jumped around. Shook
their fists in the air. Bardock and Red
stood on the steps—near the bottom—with their eldest son and Saima, all four of
them growling and holding the last line of defense against the elites and the
first class—just on the off chance anyone broke through the third class.
fighting the icejins. Fighting them
like he relished the fight rather than the win, beating them down one at a time
but not striking the death blow.
kill them already,” Vegeta snapped.
turned around and looked at him, pouted a little. But when the next one of the hybrids attacked, he rose his hand,
shot a beam of power straight through them, and they fell to shards of glassy
ice. That left only the more powerful
one—the onet hat had made the deal with the king.
or so Vegeta though that to be his name, who was Freiza’s brother.
actually looked like the typical icejin and not the frigid little hybrid
creatures. “You were the one that
pierced me, weren’t you?” he asked.
Stepped toward him.
really don’t know what you are talking about,” Cooler replied, “I have never
seen you before.”
smirked. “And you’ll never see
again.” Rose his hand again, made a
downward slash of power, and it burned straight through the icejin’s smug face.
line all the way to the bone. But
Vegeta didn’t kill him. Not yet.
blind him, to disfigure him.
was finally picking himself up off the floor, gave the new king a look and
bared his teeth. “I’ll see you pay for
what you’ve done!”
snorted. “No you won’t.
and did not, in fact, take that he was the moron. That would have been extremely embarrassing.
that thought he was a moron would not be a good reputation to leave
behind.
think was was a bit rushed.
was. I mean, wen’t n’t get a lemon, you
killed the king in like a paragraph—which is a DBZ impossibility.
happened in just one episode.
Trunks killed all of Freiza’s lackeys.
Then he killed Freiza and King Cold.
Technically that was two episodes, but it took only one episode each.
the other hand, it took like seven episodes for Dad to defeat Freiza, and he
didn’t even kill him.
Nobody you know.
rushed. I’m sorry about that, but I
just couldn’t figure out a way to squeeze anymore out of it.
Okay, so I’m not sorry. But I do
feel like its rushed. And there is one
more chapter. Its like an ‘Epilogue’
thing. It’s called ‘Echoes’ (GASP, a
chapter with a title?!) and it’ll be out soon.
Maybe not tomorrow but in the next day or two. ;)
thanks. Hope I didn’t disappoint you.
claiming. Not that bloody of a battle
though. Hn. Not that descriptive of a bloody battle anywho.
at all the evidence*No, Kakarot didn’t seem overly thrilled about the fact that
he got claimed. That shalt be explained
more in the ‘Echoes’ chapter.
write the chapters before I read the reviews or else the stories would never
end.) Anyway. No, this wasn’t a bloody battle.
You want to see a bloody battle I recommend you head back over to
MLS. …
… Yep. Not elaborating, but bloodiness will be therein.
like the way you review. It shows your
reaction to different parts. (I love
that. Its always more authentic than
reading it all and trying to remember what you really thought at one point.)
to see that oxygen mask came in handy!~
and YEAH! AXL!
pictures in it. * I have to say I was
not always a fan of him. In fact, I had
a picture of him that I showed to my friends and asked them all ‘is this a boy
or a girl’ and poor Axl, dear, looked very much like a girl in the
picture. (I covered up his naked little
chest so they didn’t see his lack of boobs.)
*sighs * I wish I could go back
to the eighties when everyone loved him.
*sighs dreamily * Anyway.
do dred-locks. (WHY RUIN SUCH PERFECT
HAIR?) and he couldn’t get his hair ratty enough so he braided it.
years. *sighs *