Shattered and Scarred

Chapter 1


It had started as a trap. Almost a dare. He would call it a battle of wits, except brains weren‘t usually involved on his end. He had willingly, all but eagerly, walked into it knowing that. Koola’s obsession with him had put Kakkarot in a position of some importance in the small group of rebels. The Ice-jin’s empire spanned across nearly twenty different galaxies, hundreds of planets were under its cruel tyranny. Kuld was the actual ruler, based on the Ice-jin\'s home planet, he controlled everything, while his sons sailed space to enlarge his empire and enforce his dominence. Frieza controlled the empire’s military forces, including all planet purging. Koola was the empire’s diplomat, making deals and contract between the empire and its allies.

He had become Koola’s favorite bed warmer and then battled his way through the ranks to become his strongest elite. What information he couldn’t access as Koola’s personal slut, he was always informed of as his top-ranked soldier. Ironically the vicious and cruel ruler had a fondness for his pet monkey and shared everything with him. And Kakkarot repaid the help by always being at Koola’s beck and call, smiling and willing. If Koola wished to reward someone with Kakkarot\'s favors, he’d grin and nod eagerly. Then Koola would listen in delicious anticipation as he relayed every juicy detail of the encounter, always unknowingly and innocently passing along information that Koola found of use as well as any succulent details that Koola used to fire his own passions. And after he had satisfied the Ice-jins perverted needs, Kakkarot passed along all that useful information, and any tidbits he managed to pick up from Koola, to his fellow rebels. No one believed that there was any type of serious thought in his mind beyond his next battle or who his next lay was going to be. No one considered him smart enough or devious enough to join in the rebellion against the Ice-jins. But he was. He was part of a game, one he didn’t wish to play anymore, but was honor-bound to complete.

Of course Kakkarot wasn’t the only spy in the Ice-jins’ court. And though he had never had direct contact with the others, he was in a position to deduce who they were. And if he was found out, in all likelihood they would be suspect also. His current assignment had gotten him away from Koola and back to Vegeta-sei not a minute to soon. For some reason he had been on edge the last year and was afraid he would finally break under the strain. His natural good luck had saved his hide several times already. But now wasn’t the time to push it, they were too close.

Soldier. Slut. Spy. His life revolved around those three roles. He was remarkably proficient at all three, so talented that most could not disassociate between the first two. And there were very few alive that knew of the last. Now he was finally allowed a breather, a moments respite in a war that few even knew about. A war he spent fighting on his back. He hissed in annoyance at the thought. He really wished he wasn’t so good at that particular job. Well some days. His next target might prove to be more pleasure than work, at least he had thought so at one time. In fact, he had all but begged for this particular assignment, and there were few who could refuse him when he was on his knees.

Kakkarot chuckled out loud at that image. Well his vacation was over, it was time to put his natural abilities to work. He had to get close to the royal court and he had already selected his next benefactor. Of course he hadn’t seen the other man in over ten years so he would just have to trust in his skills. He would have to be careful though. It was time to use more than pure sex appeal to get what he wanted, this prey was smarter than his usual conquests.

The twin suns hung hot over the training grounds. After more than a week of sightseeing to familiarize himself with his home planet again, Kakkarot had arrived early this morning hoping to get a decent workout. It was now mid-afternoon and he hadn‘t even broken a sweat. Word of his little demonstration in the hangar bay had obviously made the rounds, because most of his partners tried to grope him instead of fight. Not that he minded a good groping, in fact he didn‘t mind at all, but they weren‘t even good at it. Most of his partners had relied on force instead of any skill. And skill was very necessary when you were trying to feel someone up. Well, if that’s what it took to get a decent workout, he’d give them what they wanted.

Finding an opening in his current partner’s defense he landed a sharp kick to the man’s midsection, sending the young recruit crashing into the rock wall on the other side of the training grounds. This particular soldier was definitely going to need the regeneration tank after that hit. But damn it, Kakkarot was getting tired of boys who played at fighting. He needed a challenge. So he would offer one. Allowing his aura to burst around him he flew up into the air spinning wildly to gain the attention he wanted. All eyes turned to watch his display. His laughter rang out over the various sparring arenas.

“I came here hoping to get a good workout, not to play some child’s game of tail tag. Is this the best Vegeta-sei has to offer? I haven’t even broken out in a sweat. Isn’t there anyone here that can make me hot?” He allowed his tongue to lick over his lips as he drawled out the last word. Then to sweeten the challenge, he let his hands roam over his chiseled chest, fingers lightly stroking taut nipples through the skin tight cloth of his body suit. He was thankful he had left his armor in his room. Pale hands slowly skimmed in sharp contrast against the blue spandex, caressing each muscle as they slid from his chest and down over his defined abdomen. He allowed a soft purr to escape his throat as he looked languidly at the crowd below him. His hands glided over his groin before coming to rest against powerful thighs. His blue-black tail swayed enticingly behind him before it encircled his thigh, the tip tapping lightly against his hardening cock.

“Isn’t there anyone here who can last thirty minutes with me? I could go all night, but I’m only asking for thirty minutes...Thirty minutes now...in exchange for...Mmmm...my very own version of tail tag later...” Kakkarot’s unwrapped his tail from around his thigh and let it slide and slither between his legs, over his prominent erection. Silence filled the fields. He could feel the lust filled gazes devouring him and he wondered for a moment if he had gone to far.

“Seems you have a problem there, Kakkarot,” a deep voice rang across the sparring grounds. “Maybe I could be of some help with it.”

Kakkarot turned to the voice, shock then pleased surprise filling his features. He really hadn’t expected to have his objective drop into his hands like this. Kakkarot’s famous luck strikes again. Lounging against the far wall, his two body guards standing rigidly at attention by his side, was Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, his intense gaze watching the blue black tail that was still slithering back and forth. Kakkarot chuckled to himself, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one who liked the feel of tight spandex. Black spandex stretched and dipped over the hard definition of every muscle of the prince’s body, showing off broad shoulder’s, a tapered waist, slender hips and lean muscular thighs. White boots and gloves completed the ensemble. Kakkarot body shivered with anticipation as his dark chocolate gaze locked with the hard onyx of his prince. He floated over the now bowing spectators before letting his aura recede and landing gently on his feet in front of the heir apparent. Leisurely he sank to one knee, his head not quite bowed, just barely showing respect. A gold filigree decorated tail waved boldly behind him, scenting the air around him with the heavy musk of his arousal, as he waited for permission to rise.

“I have no problems in your presence, my prince.” Kakkarot glanced upward through thick black lashes, his mouth quirking into a small inviting smile. “For I live only to serve you, in any way you desire.”

“As you should,” the voice deepened causing a shiver of delicious pleasure to trail its way up Kakkarot’s spine, as Vegeta moved away from the wall and walked closer to the kneeling Saiyan. One hand brushed the unruly hair away from the younger man’s face before trailing over a high check bone to a strong chin and tipping it further upwards. “But I am a generous man, and am willing to grant you your request. Thirty minutes, right?”

Vegeta gestured for Kakkarot to rise and follow him to the closest sparring arena. Kakkarot caught his older brother’s eye and winked at him slowly. Radditz moved closer and growled softly. “What game are you playing, baby brother?”

Kakkarot allowed his blue black tail to briefly twine around his brother’s dark auburn one, lightly ruffling the fur, before answering. “I’m not playing at anything, I’m completely serious...for once,” he smiled gamely as he finished. “Quite a bit of hair there, brother dearest, must be so very inconvenient in battle. I will admit it is quite the turn on though. Ever thought about cutting it?”

Radditz snarled something that didn’t quite reach his brother’s ears when Vegeta stopped and gave orders to his two bodyguards. As they stood facing each other, eyes never leaving the other, they waited as Nappa and Radditz cleared the sparring grounds of the soldiers loitering there. At Vegeta signal, Kakkarot crouched into a fighting stance and waited for the prince to make the first move.

He didn’t have long to wait.

Vegeta flew at him, fist raised to strike his face. It never connected. Kakkarot twisted bringing up his foot and made glancing contact with Vegeta’s left side. Vegeta spun away only to deliver a roundhouse kick to Kakkarot’s chest, that sent the younger man flipping back. He barely managed to block Vegeta’s next attack. ‘Damn I hate being on the defensive,’ Kakkarot thought ruefully, ‘But it will pay off in the end.’ Jumping back he managed to avoid a kick aimed at his face only to find that Vegeta had materialized behind him, a knee slamming into his spine and tossing him forward. Rolling twice then flipping to his feet Kakkarot turned to face a smirking Vegeta.

“Come Kakkarot, surely you can do better than this?” Vegeta mocked. “Weren’t you one of Koola’s elites?”

Kakkarot eyes narrowed slightly as he went on the offensive. ‘Forget this shit!’ He thought.

Vegeta anticipated the first attack. But as he blocked the fist aimed for his face, Kakkarot spun around, his knee driving into Vegeta unprotected ribs, forcing the prince to the side. Vegeta spun to face his opponent to find Kakkarot above him, and a well placed kick to the back of his head, had Vegeta face first on the stone floor. He flipped over, then up on his feet and managed to block the next few attacks. Frustrated he snarled furiously, then smirked again as he noticed something very important. Kakkarot’s tail swayed lazily behind him, instead of being secured around his waist like Vegeta’s.

Heat melted up Kakkarot’s spine as he felt a hand trail along his tail. He turned to see Vegeta smirking at him, a mischievous look on his face. Twirling around Vegeta’s waving index finger, glinting gold in the harsh Vegeta-sei sunlight, was one of his filigree tail bands.

“Missing something?” The dark liqueur voice washed over already sensitive nerve ending, making Kakkarot shiver in response.

“Keep it...a souvenir...” He breathed in deeply trying to control his racing hormones. He wrapped his tail back around his waist. This fight was far from over. Absently he scratched at the gold cuff encircling his arm, before once again crouching in defense. Fist met flesh. Contact made then broken. Half an hour stretched to one, then two and neither would give in to their exhaustion, continuing to battle. Until another mistake...

“Vegeta...let go.” Kakkarot cautiously tried to take a step back, his tail once again caught in the prince’s grasp.

Vegeta laughed and just barely tightened his grip. “Why?” Then raked his fingernails along the length ruffling the fur. Kakkarot sank to his knees, his breath ragged as shockingly strong waves of pleasure danced up his back. This wasn’t the first time someone had pleasured him by stroking his tail, but it had never felt like this, been this intense.

“Bastard.”

“Such language! Is this how you talk to your prince? Just for that I think I’ll need to collect another one of your souvenirs...“ The hand that had been playing along his blue black length clutched just a little firmer and Kakkarot arched back trembling, his body responding to the powerful sensory stimulus it was receiving from Vegeta’s skillful fingers. A smooth gold band slid delightedly as it was moved slowly and torturously along the fur. He shuddered one last time as the gold band slipped loose and Vegeta’s hand let go. Well two could play at that game! Kakkarot turned to face Vegeta an easy open smile spread across his face.

“Nice, but I thought we were going to wait until later to play...“ Kakkarot slowly got to his feet, not advancing but carefully perusing the Saiyan Prince. Yes, he was going to enjoy this, very much. “...tail tag?” As it swayed seductively behind him, his tail perfumed the air with the warm sweet musky scent of his arousal.

Vegeta crouched in anticipation of attack, eyes narrowed and smirk replaced by a scowl, as he closely watched Kakkarot’s movements. Unexpectedly, Kakkarot fazed out and reappear behind him, locking his arms behind his back. There was a faint whisper of breath against Vegeta\'s ear before something hot and wet mouthed, tongued and toothed the lobe gently. Fur glided over tight spandex as Kakkarot’s tail slid around his thigh. He realized just how labored his breath was from Kakkarot’s exploration. Hissing out loud in annoyance he struggled to break free. Stopping as sharp canines nipped harshly at his neck without breaking the skin, before warm moist heat eased the pain. Vegeta shuddered, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, instead of pleasure, he felt trapped. Desperately he tried to flip Kakkarot over his shoulder’s, but the younger man was ready and broke free before Vegeta could finish slinging him away.

Kakkarot flew upwards, twisted around and slammed his leg against Vegeta‘s back, forcing him forward into the ground. Landing beside Vegeta, he quickly flipped him over and straddled the lithe prince, grabbing both of his hands and forcing them over the elder’s head. Vegeta’s breath was labored and his eyes glared with anger. Kakkarot just laughed. He brought his tail up to stroke lightly over Vegeta’s face, letting it trail over his forehead, cheek, then chin, leaving his scent behind before it slithered down the prince’s neck and stroked across a broad muscular chest, teasing at the nipples that now stood prominent against the skin tight material. His warm dark eyes flitted upward to catch Vegeta’s black glittering ones, only to find them staring off to the side. Surprised, he felt a slight trembling beneath him. The eyes flashed back around to meet his.

“Get off me, you low class fool!” Vegeta words were harsh and demanding but his eyes silently begged. ‘Begged for what?’ Confused Kakkarot slowly stood up, only to have a flash of intense light blind him as Vegeta’s blast sent him skidding outside the ring to land on the hard ground below it.

“Fuck!” He gingerly rolled over to find Vegeta hovering above him, smirking of course.

“Yes, Kakkarot, I think that is exactly what you owe me. I am having dinner with my father this evening, I will expect you in my chamber’s afterwards.” With those words Vegeta flew off, not waiting for any response from a now grinning young Saiyan.