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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If
there was an advantage to being the baby son of the Captain, he had yet to
figure out just what the hell that advantage was. His dear older brother, Radditz, had fought his way through all
the assholes that had taunted him about being a ‘daddy’s boy’ and made lewd
comments about their father’s predilection for having sex with his sons.
But, Radditz looked more like his mother than his father, and Kakarot
was left with the horrible misfortunate of being like a clone.
He
had fought those same fights, and still, here he was rolling his eyes as they
made catcalls and asked him if his Daddy was going to do him any special
favors. It made him grind his teeth
together until he felt his gums bleed, but he didn’t say anything to them,
didn’t fight them. Just let them say
what they would because there wasn’t a single female in this camp that hadn’t
graced his bed. They were jealous.
Furious
that all the women stood around his tent and hoped Radditz would send them in
to wake him up. He wasn’t sure how that
whole thing got started, but he vaguely remembered waking up with a headache
one day and reaching for the nearest available body to get the headache to go
away. Three orgasms and a whole
afternoon of his name being screamed out in ecstasy later, his headache was
miraculously healed and ever since that day he woke up to find some girl.
there for, he was sixteen, he was a regular healthy male, he could screw them
until there ere hoarse in the throat.
Which
is probably why his brother always sent them in to wake him up a good hour
before he actually needed to get up. Besides,
waking up to sex everyday improved his mood exponentially.
Captain’s—tent and stretched. Brushed
his fingers through his tail and scratched his face. Thought that it was pretty boring here. Wondered when they weoingoing to go strike fear into the hearts
of their enemies. (The Saiyans had more
enemies than they had days in the year.
So finding someone to be at war with was pretty damn easy.)
“KAKAROT!”
things. But he was good, he didn’t turn
around and blast them all to hell, he just stepped into the tent, and blinked
to adjust his eyes from the brightness of the outside to the cools shadows of
the inside.
Apparently—Radditz
told him this, he wasn’t sure it was true—his father had been forced to go
through some sort of therapy for Saiyans that had gone nuts, and that was the
reason he was the Capitan of the misfits of the Third-class.
work. The pillaging, the burning and
the cackling idiocy that always made the terrified enemies run in fear, but it
was the Second and first class that got to do the actual purging and the Elites
that dealt with the real strong enemies.
He looked at the map that was spread out on his father’s table and gave
it a technical glance. Nothing
special. Just open terrain, a few
towns. A city in the distance.
They had been here for two months and thus far, other than burning down
those towns and cities, they hadn’t been given an assignment.
“The
second class is going to be coming in four days from now to destroy the
planet. We are given permission to do
as we see fit until that time.” He gave
his son a look.
“Okay,”
Kakarot said, “What do you want me to let everyone know or something?”
“Radditz
is already spreading the news.”
Ok.
He remembered. That deranged
little vision of his fathers that said one day he would be a Super Saiyan.
spend all your time trying to stay one.
(Not that he knew that, but he assumed it.)
“You’re
going to train,” Bardock said, “Radditz has agreed to spar against you.
sort of unofficial tournamespanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This
planet is going to be destroyed, we don’t need to worry about preserving the
agriculture.”
A
roll of his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
“Yes,”
Bardock said—reminding him that despite what the other assholes of their
division said, his father was still a very dangerous Saiyan, “Sir.
So
he straightened, looked like he gave a damn and said: “Yes, sir.”
left the tent to find Saima running toward him.
“Kakarot!”
saidsaid, “Come on.” Grabbed him by the
hand and dragged him toward the woods.
Oh, those catcalls were of an entirely different nature, and he might
have responded to them, but he was being yanked straight off the ground by the
fast pace she was setting. Which
impressed him, because he was no light-weight guy.
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Wow.
had turned to strange colors… No.
trees and dirt and upon looking at his hands found that he had been lying on
this ground long enough to get dirty.
There
were two dirty, wild looking Saiyans staring at him. Dressed in something like he had seen the warriors wear, but
shabbier. One with hair that stood
straight up into the air and parted over one side of his head.
downward, bangs hanging in her face.
“Isn’t
that the royal crest?” she asked. She
was pointing at him.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Like he was the
strange one here. Him, the Prince, was
the one that was like a bug. As if.
“Yeah,”
the tall idiot said, “And he looks like the asshole Prince.”
smacked him. “What if he is the
Prince?”
An
impatient sigh, “Saima, he can’t be the Prince. The Prince is bac pla planet Vegeta in the palace surrounded by a
bunch of uppity asses.”
Vegeta
tried to push himself to his feet, found that it felt as if his power level had
been stripped right out of him, and fell straight back—face first, mind
you—into the leaves. Tried to find the
energy to push himself back up, but couldn’t, thought that wouldn’t it be great
after all these years to suffocate face down in a pile of leaves.
neck and hauled him to his feet.
“Hey,”
the tall one said, “Who are you.”
“Let
me go!” he snapped, “I am the Prince.”
And he was dropped. Managed to
land on his ass this time, and tried to stay sitting up, failed, and fell to
his back. Looked up at the idiot
smirking down at him. The woman was
clearly unimpressed with him as well, because she stood at the male’s side.
“He
was radiating a lot of power. Can’t you
feel it?”
The
male shrugged. “Not anymore than the
Captain. Not that it matters, something
is keeping him from using it.” Again he
was hauled to his feet—this time by his arm like he was an unruly child.
hands and neck, looked behind his ears and ran her fingers through his hair.
“What
in the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
“I told you to not touch me. I
am the Prince. I’ll have your hearts on
a platter for this insult.”
“Maybe
we should strip search him,” the woman—Saima?—said. Ran her hands down his back and slipped her fingers into his
shirt, pushed it up.
“Oh,
found it,” the tall man said. He was
holding Vegeta’s shirt up in thont ont and looking at his chest.
standing and used the other to wiggle something on Vegeta’s nipple.
help.”
The
woman did the same thing! Toyed with
his nipple like he was some trollop. He
tilted his head down—found that to be difficult and cursed this damn
weakness—and looked at his own chest.
Saw a silver hoop hanging from each nipple, and stared—wondered just how
the hell they had gotten there.
“Wonder
if there are more,” she said, ran her hands down his sides, felt along his rips
and his stomach, stopped when she got to his pants—and he was about to kill
her. Bitch. She had no right to touch him.
“Hn.
okay. I don’t want anyone to see these
things.” He plucked at Vegeta’s shirt
like it was something offensive. As if
the royal dress was not good enough for this dirty Saiyan.
“What
are you?” he demanded.
The
tall one gave him a look and the moved him over to a tree, sat him back in the
dirt and propped him against the trunk.
Moved back. “Well, if you’re
really the Prince, than you should recognize the Third-Class division,
shouldn’t you? In fact, if you’re
really Prince Vegeta you owe my father your life.”
“Whoever
made these was really adept. I haven’t
seen anything like this before.”
Sounded impressed.
Vegeta
was going to inform this ignorant savage that he needed to keep his hands off
of him when his head was knocked against the tree and he was dragged onto his
back. The moron pulled his shoes off,
dropped them onto his shirt, yanked his pants off, threw them on the pile and
then just left him there. Naked.
Until
that annoying woman showed up again.
“Ugh, Kakarot, it was bad enough having to wake you up, do you have to
leave your conquests lying around naked?”
There was something almost playful about her real anger.
“Well,
you know me,” Kakarot—he was the one that Bardock tried to send to that
worthless planet—said, “Can’t leave me unsupervised with a new ass.
Vegeta—a little too adeptly, which made him wonder just how many helpless
people this moron had dressed in his time.
“Yeah,
so what are you going to tell the Captain?
We found a Saiyan lying in the woods and wouldn’t you know it, he wants
to join?”
The
idiot turned him over, looked at his tail.
“Oh,” he said, “This is what is doing it. Look,” he pulled Vegeta’s
tail up, revealed the underside of it to the woman who leaned over him and
stared.
“Yeah,”
she said, “Ow. know… Cut it off?”
“Let
go of me!” Vegetreamreamed. Forced
himself to his feet, tore his tail away from the baka, stood and shook and felt
his power sizzling through him, felt how it was trapped and how painful it was
burning through his chest and on his tail.
Panted and saw black spots. A
hand wrapped around his tail—where it hurt so bad that Vegeta wanted to rip it
off—and the pain dimmed. He had only a
moment to be relieved before he was punched in the face and knocked
unconscious.
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Well.
Krt: No
sex. I don’t like this.
NO DAMN SEX.
Vegeta: But
I was helpless.
Krt: So?
Card:
Kakarot. Think of how much nicer
it will be if he can fight you back.
Radditz:
Hey, do I get sex?
Card: Hush,
you.
Radditz:
Why?
Krt: Don’t
even think about putting your slimy paws on Vegeta.
Jaygoose:
Tatoosh:
YEAH!
and down. Lights appear, music sounds, strange people appear from nowhere
bearing platters of lemons cookies. * You got it! I thought it
was obvious. (Of course I did, I’m the
writer) which is why I didn’t give anyone clues and you GOT IT!
*bounce, bounce, bounce *
So
anyway, the prize. *hands over the
lemon cookie * It’s redeemable for a
lemon (within the DBZ world) with any of the Saiyans. Just let me know.
Getarian:
I
had to fight with AFF.net to get it to let me post my stories yesterday.
but shares it any *
Yeah.
And
yes (if you didn’t read my response to Tatoosh) it was the twins who killed off
Freiza and King Cold. Not sure if they’ll
show up again, but this universe was created because of their meddling.
*Radditz
pouts because he won’t get any sex with Vegeta. *
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yeah.
But I get all grinny and giggly when someone comes up with the right
answer to one of my questions like that.