Enchanted Ties

Furious with his son King Vegeta tapped his foot on the floor underneath the banquet table in agitation. He had told the boy many times to be on time to the breeders ceremony and that it was important for him to look them over in a chance that one would catch his eye. Still he chose to defy his poor old fathers orders and not to even bother showing up at all. He was going to have a long talk with the Prince to clear his head of any foolishness that he may be thinking of.

Meanwhile behind the curtains stood at least forty breeders being dressed and lined up for the showing. While some of them would remain on Vegeta-sei and mated to Saiyan’s the rest of them would just be sold off. The younger and virgin breeders stuck together in one huddled mass trying to protect one another. Kakkarot was among those huddled in a corner as far from the other breeders and Gather’s as possible. Though it seemed that the older breeders were the ones being bullied first as they were probably the ones remaining on the planet and finding mates.

Kakkarot watched in horror as they were forced up the few steps and on to the stage for the first part of the auction. He tried to keep himself composed as one right after another the older breeders were either chosen by Elites or sold into slavery for someone else. It seemed like in no time at all the first batch of breeders were done. They came off of the stage and he could read all of their emotions. Some of them were scared, angry, relieved, or just plain out disheartened. The sold breeders were chained and carried to their masters while the rest were told to wait in another room to be claimed. One of the breeders had to be dragged away kicking and screaming that he’d rather die than be sold off. Kakkarot’s heart quickened in fear as he and the others watched this.

“Next!” Boomed a voice that made all of them jump.

Hands started reaching out and snatching the virgin breeders and forced them to line up. Kakkarot was thrown into the line half way in the middle and he couldn’t help but shake in fear of the unknown. Closing his eyes he took several deep breaths to steady himself enough to school his features into blankness. It seemed like it was going too fast before his bare feet touched the bottom step of the stage. He only had three more steps to go before his fate was no longer in his own hands.

In a dark corner a figure was sitting in it’s chair looking at all of the virgin Saiyan’s with no interest. This was not what it had planned for the evening but since it was on the planet anyways it though it might as well attend the ceremony. Sighing and sipping from it’s wine glass again it looked up at the stage once more and froze. There standing between a blonde Saiyan and a redhead was a beauty. Wild black spikes, pale face, smooth skin, long shapely legs, perfect in every way. This was a male that it could want and prize. It reached down to the control device and put in its bid for the Saiyan.

The price came back up at 1.5 million zenni already and a total of 38 votes already set in. Glaring it tapped the button again and sent the money up to 2.4 million. All of the other bidders seemed to back down from the offer and then it’s screen flashed green telling it that he was sold. Smiling it set it’s glass down on the nearest table and turned to the person on it’s right.

“Zarbon, go retrieve my property this instant,” it said in a slightly high pitched cold voice.

“At once Lord Frieza,” Zarbon said bowing and leaving the room through a hidden entrance.

The Prince had finally shown up to the ceremony shortly before the virgin breeders took to the stage. He stared up at them looking at each one but not really seeing any of them. Then when he started to become bored with this he noticed the beauty who took his very breath away once again. Only this time he noticed that he kept his head down and his beautiful face blank. The prince was taken aback by the sadness in his dark eyes though. He stared at him for the longest time that he forgot all about the others that were standing there until they were filed off of the stage. Too late was he to lay any claim on the breeder and he nearly kicked himself for the mistake.

“Did you get a good look at them all son?” the King asked his voice gruff from the hidden anger.

“Yes,” the Prince lied.

“Did any of them take to your liking?”

The Prince hesitated a moment before answering his father, “Well one of them sort of did but he looked far to weak to be any of use as a mate for me.”

“Hmm. . .well we can’t have bad genes in the Royal pool now can we?” the King asked but did not expect an answer.

Vegeta felt only slightly guilty that he half lied to his own father about the breeder that he had his eye on. He knew for a fact that Kakkarot was not strong physically but he was powerful emotionally and mentally. He was the perfect mate for the Prince but he lost his chance to claim him so he would just have to do with out. Sighing to himself he got up from his chair and made to leave the room for he was not going to stick around to listen to more of the counsels bullshit lies. He fathers hand was what drew him back for a brief moment.

The king pulled his son down to his level so that he could whisper in his ear and not draw attention to themselves at the same time. He was still furious over what his son did and he was not going to let the boy go unpunished again.

“When I am done here I want to see you in my office right away. I have had enough of you and I want to know what the hell is going through your head. Now go before I change my mind about not punishing you now,” he said in a heated voice and released his son.
The prince shrugged his fathers threat off and walked out of the hall with his head held high. Though fear was slightly nagging the back of his mind knowing that when he met his father next he would not like it. This would not be the first punishment that he suffered at the hands of his own father and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last.

Other than the tingling fear in the back of his mind he had a nagging thought asking him why he didn’t claim the beauty before he was taken by someone else. He clearly lusted after him but he was not really all that interested in a mate. He would probably take the breeder a few times just to get him pregnant and then leave him for the servants to care for. He didn’t want to be tied down like that as he kept telling his own father. He didn’t want to suffer the heartbreak that he watched his father go through when his mate was killed.

Kakkarot was clung to by a young breeder as they waited for their masters to come find and retrieve them. They were still thinking over about what happened to that older breeder as he was dragged out of the area to his new master. Kakkarot was brooding over his words himself. I’d rather die then be a slave was something that he himself would say. He was born free and suddenly going to be thrown into possible slavery was not something that he wanted.

Everyone tensed when a teal skinned alien with green hair came into the room looking over the breeders. He was beautiful in his own way but he leaked malice and superiority out of every pore. Kakkarot decided at once that he didn’t like him for just that fact. So when he turned to look at him and the young breeder the hair on the back of his neck stood up and a low growl threatened to escape his throat. The alien reached out to grab the young Saiyan and the growl that he had tried to keep back escaped his throat in a high pitched shrill of warning. He gathered the child closer to him and pushed him behind him baring his teeth.

Zarbon was taken aback by the protectiveness of the breeder that he took his hand back for a moment blinking. This one was a motherly figure already protecting the younger Saiyan from him. He reached his hand out again to snatch his own charge away from Frieza’s pet but only succeeded in getting snapped at. He watched the dark tail of the Saiyan wave back and forth in aggravation. He sighed and wondered how he was going to get the Saiyan’s away from each other long enough to gather them.

“You! Guard I need your assistance in getting these two Saiyan’s,” Zarbon snapped at the guard standing against the wall watching with amusement.

He snapped away from the wall with a growl and helped the alien snatch the two breeders apart. He wrapped his auburn tail around Kakkarot’s thigh holding the breeder as close to him as he could. He soon would be in heat by the feel and smell of it and it drew him in and he needed to get the breeder where he needs to go.

“Where do you want them?” the Guard said roughly.

“We are taking them to the large pod in the docking bay 13325 and leaving them locked in separate rooms,” Zarbon said sniffing the small Saiyan’s red hair.

The guard nodded and carried Kakkarot all the way to the ship while Zarbon followed closely behind with the other breeder. They dropped the Saiyan’s into their own rooms and locked the doors. Then they left the ship ignoring the frantic banging on one of the doors. Screams soon followed the banging but after a while it all died out.

“What is your name?” Kakkarot asked through a vent that connected the rooms.

“Serphent,” replied the timid voice.

“My name is, Kakkarot. Look don’t worry I know that you are scared but it could be so much worse. We have no idea what these aliens are like but it’s always better to look on the bright side of things at least until we know what we are up against.”

“Things can’t get worse than being sold,” the boy whined.

“They can trust me, I have seen things get a lot worse,” Kakkarot said remembering what happened to his father.

The other boy remained silent but Kakkarot knew he was still awake and listening to him. He could hear his whimpers and sniffles every now and then as he tried to be strong. Kakkarot admired his attempt but he was unsure of what was going to happen to them as well. He would never have told the other boy but he was scared himself. Scared of the uncertainty of their fate on this ship and in the care of a complete stranger. He could only hope that they were in the care of a good person who would treat them kindly. Somehow he knew that this would not be the case.

“K-Kakkarot?” the boy asked after a bit.

“Yes?” Kakkarot replied sitting up a little straighter.

“I think I hear someone coming down the hall. Do you think that it’s that green haired guy again?”

“I don’t know but now I hear it too,” Kakkarot confirmed standing to his feet and slipping into a defensive stance.

His brother had taught him how to fight when he was younger. His father had insisted on it since they both knew that he was weaker than any normal Saiyan. They also increased his lessons when they learned that he was a breeder. Saiyan’s were a very violent breed, when they wanted a mate the dominates would usually just take them with out thought. Bardock did not want that to happen to his younger son and thus trained him to fight back. So he might be able to hold his own if the person on the other side meant him any harm.

“Open the door, Zarbon,” a high cold voice told another on the other side of the door.

Kakkarot lowered himself the best that he could in his defense with out falling on his ass. The door unlocked and like in a bad dream slowly opened revealing the horror on the other side. Only Kakkarot was no scared woman cowering in the corner with no where to run but through the monster. He was a proud Saiyan who wouldn’t go down with out a fight taking down as many of them as he could. However once the door was opened the rest of the way he quickly changed his mind about attacking and switched into a defensive state.

His animalistic side slid through as he crouched low to the ground his eyes flashing a warning. Several aliens came into the room, they were all wearing the same uniform consisting of blue spandex and white boots and gloves. Some of them wore helmets but they all carried large guns and scouter’s on their faces. They were closely followed by a pink alien wearing armor like his fathers only a different color. This brought a deep angry growl from the scared Saiyan’s throat. A cold chuckle lifted the hairs on his neck and brought another louder growl out of him.

“Leave the room you bunch of idiot’s you are scaring him,” the voice from before said.

The men left the room but the pink alien remained inside as a hover chair made it’s way inside of the room. Kakkarot’s growl choked and then died out as his eyes widened slightly from fear to amazement and back to fear again. He almost dropped out of his defensive stance, almost. The hover chair stopped in the middle of the room and the creature sitting with in stared down at the Saiyan with a sort of satisfaction.

“I am known as Lord Frieza but you will call me Master is that understood?” he said smiling slightly.

“Yes Master,” Kakkarot said with reluctance.

“Very good we have an understanding already. Dodoria clean him up and feed him I will not tolerate a starved or dirty slave,” Frieza said turning to the pink alien in the room.

Dodoria bowed but it was clearly written on his face that he didn’t care for being ordered to clean or feed a mere sex slave. He but once he looked over Kakkarot he quickly changed his mind. The creature was not bad looking and easy on the eyes. Frieza seemed to know what he was thinking and threw him a death glare.

“You are to wash him only he is mine,” Frieza growled his voice showing that there was no room to argue.

“Yes my Lord,” the pink alien muttered bowing low.

“Good I will have him in my chambers first thing tomorrow morning. There are some rules that we need to go over before he settles in with me.”

Kakkarot watched as Frieza left the room with his guards leaving him alone with the pink alien. Dodoria also watched Frieza leave but he watched him for a different reason. Once he was sure that they all were well out of ear shot he turned to the Saiyan with a smirk.

“You’re a pretty one aren’t cha?” Dodoria said stalking closer to him.

Kakkarot snarled in warning lowering himself even closer to the ground. Dodoria stopped in his tracks and eyed the mammal. He knew that breeders like this Saiyan could turn feral in an instant close to their mating season. They were even more dangerous than the warriors because they felt no pain and used their claws and teeth to fight with. He watched how the dark tail waved back and forth showing that he was on the defensive. However if that tail of his went ridged at anytime he was going to attack.

Dodoria approached him much like he would a live ticking time bomb, slow and careful. He didn’t want to end up with scratches and bites marks all over his person. The men mocked him enough as it was and showing up like a scratching post would only make them laugh. Once he was close enough to the scared Saiyan he reached out and snatched him up.

Kakkarot gasped and froze for a brief moment and that was all that the alien needed to get him from one room into the bath hall. He threw him into the water causing the Saiyan to scream in pain as his head smacked into the wall. The tiles cracked and a slow stream of blood flowed from the back of his head and stained the water pink. He blinked down at the water and then reached around to the back of his head and found the wound. He pressed it lightly and winced pulling back his fingers to look at his own blood.

“Damn I suppose that will be healed over in no time. You beasts have remarkable healing abilities,” Dodoria muttered pulling down soaps and bath items.

“I can bathe myself,” Kakkarot growled cleaning his fingers off in the water.

“So be it. Just make sure you are spotless otherwise I will have to do it myself.”

Kakkarot snatched up the shampoo and glared at the alien. Dodoria smirked and left the room. Kakkarot sighed and stood up slipping out of his wet clothing and dropping it back on to the floor. He sighed and settled into the warm water watching as blood slowly swirled around before beginning to vanish. He buried his face into his knees and sobbed, this was not what he had expected of his life and he was sure it was bound to get worse.

(sorry it's taken me so long to get this done. For a while there i couldn't write but now i am back in the sawy of things)