Damn Traditions

Hi all, sorry this has taken so long to get here. Too much going on, distractions galore. After next week my son and I are going to a hospital to stay for a month, we only get to go home weekends, so that I can learn how to handle his Asperger’s Syndrome. I will be taking the laptop with me and will have lots of time to write, I won’t however have the internet. I hope to get home at least once a week on my own as I have no one to look after the place and rubbish days are on Wednesday so I’ll need to do that. I should be able to, but whether I have time to get on the internet I won’t know. I’ll have the flash drive to bring home if I do. I also bought an exercise bike and have had to find time for it. Then the is the last problem I had with this story. I knew what I wanted to do, but it fought me all the way. So I started on another story that wanted out, and did that while fighting this one. But then this one started to loosen up and finally tonight I got this part finished. The other story is a Final Fantasy 7AC story on this site, called Knocked Up by the way, it’s not finished either, just a lemon to go though, not long like this monster. Anyway I hope you enjoy this part. There is a DP scene in it. Till next time…

Damn Traditions continued…
By Fyrbyrd

As they had thought, Kakarott went into season not long after recovering. Piccolo had found another place for them to stay so that Dende would have some peace and quiet. He also shifted Raditz and Turles, but in another direction, as Turles also seemed to have gone into the same condition. Vegeta might not be so forgiving if Raditz touched his mate.

Now he had his own wish coming true with Kakarott currently riding him hard with Nail doubled up behind and inside him also. Nail’s hands were rubbing over Kakarott’s nipples and he was nipping at his neck as they bounced up and down over Piccolo who was clutching at Kakarott’s upper legs, helping him to rise and fall. Kakarott had never been so filled before. Vegeta was good on his own, but he would never have this with his mate. And he would never have it again after he left New Namek if he returned to Vegeta. He didn’t think of this as being unfaithful to his mate. Neither of the Namek’s could impregnate him, but they sure could excite him. He was very glad to have them while he was in the condition he was. Being with Vegeta could have resulted in pregnancy; a sheath could always break, especially in the wildness of the rutting time.

Being sandwiched between the two Namek’s was very enjoyable to Kakarott, yet even so he thought of his mate. There was an ache inside of him that wanted to leave, to get back to Vegeta as soon as he was able. The man might belittle him, insult him and humiliate him, but Kakarott wanted to be with him. It was hard to believe that he had been contemplating leaving his mate for the pair he was with now. Yet it was showing him that he had been wrong, that Vegeta meant a lot more to him than he had thought.

But right now he had two Namek’s inside him he was being driven towards climax, his senses being overwhelmed with everything going on around and about his body. Four hands, two cocks and a mouth all were stimulating him to the point where his cries were coming out soundless. He couldn’t take much more, so when Piccolo reached for his own neglected organ, he groaned and came a few seconds later, cum streaming out over Piccolo’s chest. The tightening of his own body forced cries from his two partners and they came simultaneously. All three rode out the aftershocks of their triple climax. Nail clutching at Kakarott as he rested his forehead against Kakarott’s back, before gently pulling back to disengage himself and roll away onto his back, allowing Kakarott to lift himself off of Piccolo and join him between the two Namek’s. They were all panting hard; they had been at it for some time.

When he could Piccolo remarked, “At least you didn’t scream his name this time.”

“I said I was sorry before,” answered Kakarott.

“Don’t mind him,” said Nail, “He’s just having you on.”

“He’s shouted for his mate nearly each time,” said Piccolo.

“Hey we’re only filling in, of course he would rather have his mate than us,” replied Nail.

“I miss him,” said Kakarott. “I want to be back with him.”

Piccolo rolled onto his side to face Kakarott. “So now you see that he does mean more to you.”

“He’s my mate, but he let me come here, with you, knowing that I had feelings for you. You said he gave of himself to help save me. When this has passed I am returning to him and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make him see that I was meant to be his mate, and that he needs me, as much as I need him.”

“So it hasn’t passed yet,” quipped Nail.

Kakarott turned to smile at him, but he was pulled the other way.

“Good, because I’d like you to ride me solo this time,” said Piccolo, pulling him all the way over and onto him where his mouth began to devour any piece of flesh in its way.

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The King was walking towards the nursery hoping to have some time with his grandchildren, Vegeta had been indisposed since he had gone into heat and had been away dealing with it, not with any lovers, or would be lovers, he’d bought out a brothel for the duration. Bardock and the King were watching the cubs, they were no longer hit with the mating urge, it seemed to pass in later life, even though for Saiyans they were not old men. They weren’t much past their prime. Still it seemed to belong to the young, Vegeta was only twenty-eight, and had come near the end of the King’s heat cycle.

He pushed the door to the nursery open only to find his son there, playing with his cubs. “Vegeta?”

“The baka must be rubbing off on me. I wasn’t interested in staying any longer.”

The King chuckled, “And how do you think he is spending his time?”

“With his precious Namek’s.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“He’ll come back to me.”

“You sound so sure. He wasn’t keen on staying with you.”

“He won’t leave the cubs. But I know he’ll come back to me.”

“Do you want him though?”

“Of course I want him, he’s mine…No one else deserves a mate like him.”

The King stared at his son, then turned away smiling to leave him with the cubs.

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Bardock stepped into his mate’s office, “The latest report puts King Cold less than a week from us.”

“Yeah, I’ve read the report.”

“Is Vegeta going to go ahead with his plan?”

“He says he will.”

“But he’d rather that Kakarott were here too?”

“He says he will return, he’s certain of it.”

“Vegeta’s been over his heat for two weeks now.”

“Do you really believe your son would stay with the Namek’s?”

“No.”

“So you can help me with the planning of the reception for the Icejin bastard. I really don’t want to do it, but Vegeta said to lull him into a false sense of superiority. He has no idea what happened to Frieza and Vegeta doesn’t want him to know the truth until the right time.”

“What about your plan of turning things over to him and Kakarott?”

“Oh, I am going to go ahead with that, but it can wait until my idiot son fully realizes that Kakarott is the best thing that has ever happened to him. He’s getting there, but Kakarott needs to come home soon.”

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Not many people on Vegetasei knew that Frieza was dead. The council knew that he was, though they still had their doubts about the Prince’s story of what had happened to the Icejin. They could not believe a third class had killed him. They had only seen him in Super Saiyan form on the film of the fight with Broly; they had not actually seen him in that form. Vegeta had proven that he could do it, and he had killed Paragus for daring to attack his mate. He also seemed to show no fear at all of the approaching Icejin ship, confident that he would send them away in fear of the Saiyan race. Even if they had heard about their dwindling female population, he had a daughter to show them that this was not entirely true. A daughter he had no doubt would be able to achieve Super status once she was older, along with her twin brother. They feared Super Saiyans, and the death of Frieza had showed that fear should be upheld.

So with the arrival of the Icejins, a major reception was to be held. Cold was supposed to be their King, and he still thought that the planet was subject to the Icejins. He would have to feel that that was the truth until he could be shown otherwise. And Vegeta was going to show him otherwise, hoping it would be the last they would ever see of the Icejins.

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The ship came to land just outside the city were carriages were waiting to take them to the palace. The head of the council escorted the Icejin King, making sure he did not see how thin the crowds were that lined the way. Most of whom were soldiers made to stand along the way and some bribed third class in between them. At the palace every Elite was rounded up to make up a greeting crowd, their numbers increased with more second class guards dressed as civilians. Though none of them seemed happy to be there.

The rest of the council were waiting at the palace and they greeted the Icejins with false smiles and handshakes, leading the party of four within to meet the King of all Saiyans and his new mate. Cold was most interested in hearing that new piece of information; he wanted to see this new mate.

The entered the throne room where King Vegeta rose at his fellow King’s approach. “King Cold,” he said.

“King Vegeta, it is so nice to meet you. I have heard you have always been very accommodating to the Icejin.” The King said nothing. “I hear you have a new mate?”

“Yes,” the King turned and ushered his mate forward, “May I present my mate, Bardock.”

Cold was surprised when the large male moved forward to stand beside the King; he bowed his head only in the slightest.

“Majesty,” said Bardock.

“So it is true that you are having trouble with your female population. That there are few of them left, and none being born?”

“None being born, that is certainly not true. I have a young granddaughter who is already a strong young Saiyan at six months.”

“But you have a male mate?”

“It is allowable amongst the people of Vegetasei. Same sex matings are fully recognized here.”

“Even for the King?”

“I have already had a female mate, now I am happy with a male. I already have an heir, and my heir has three heirs himself.”

“Ah yes, Prince Vegeta, I heard he had taken a female mate.”

“She alas is dead.”

“Oh, too bad.”

“He has another mate already.”

“Really, that also is news to me. Where are the Prince and his new mate?”

“He’ll be along. Now you said something about investigating your missing son?”

“Yes. This is the last place Frieza came before he disappeared.”

“Your son left this world. He left behind an ambassador that became involved in the death of my son’s mate and the kidnapping of his first child.”

“Again this is news to me. I know nothing of any ambassador. Why would he kill your son’s mate and kidnap a child?”

“Frieza hoped that having control of my grandson would give him full control of Vegetasei.”

“My son did not have full control of this world?”

“No, King Cold. We had a little trouble with some rebels here.”

“Why is all this news to me?” Cold said to his men beside him. They all looked confused. “Anyway, as to my son, do you have proof he left this world?”

“Yes, we can show you all the logs. The only unusual thing that happened in this system was a world blew up nearby.”

“I will want to view all these logs of yours, and have my people investigate this exploding world.”

The King nodded. “My people will be happy to show you to some rooms if you would like.”

“No, I would be more comfortable on my ship, thank you.”

“Still the council has prepared a feast for you, I hope that you will partake of it?”

“Fine,” said Cold and followed the council from the room, quite aware that the King and Bardock did not follow them.

Bardock moved closer to his mate, “Well that should start to piss him off.”

“That’s what Vegeta wants.”

Bardock laughed, “I just hope I get to see the Icejins bastard’s face when Vegeta pulls of his little plan.”

“Me too,” agreed the King.

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King Cold soon found the Council to be a bunch of idiots. He had sat through their feast while he sent his people off to look over the logs the King had talked about. He hoped they would find some evidence that the Saiyans had done something to his son, then he would personally destroy their world and enjoy it. These beings were turning out to be a bit of a handful, their destructive powers were great, but not if they were not harnessed correctly by their betters. And the Icejin believed they were their betters.

He didn’t like the fact that the King had not attended the boring feast. But then the man must have known it would have been as boring as it was and had found a way to get out of it. He was happy when it was over and he made his way from their chambers to find his own people awaiting him. “So?” he asked as they walked back to their carriages to take them back to the ship.

“It is true; Frieza’s ship left this world. He left behind one of his own trusted minions, Zarbon, as ambassador. Zarbon became quite friendly with the Prince’s mate Aspaga and they conspired to kidnap the Prince’s son, there seems to be a question over the child’s parentage. It was not an issue of Aspaga, but we have not been able to learn who the true mother was. There is evidence of the decline in the female Saiyans. I was able to learn that the Prince’s daughter is the first born in a long time,” said one.

“We know that Frieza was planning on returning here, possibly to pick up the kidnapped child, but there is no record of him landing. Then there is that nearby world that was destroyed around that time. Perhaps Frieza was lured there and destroyed,” said another.

“Destroyed. Not possible,” scoffed Cold.

“The planet was destroyed; he might have been on it.”

“By whom, there are none stronger than us. Frieza could destroy a world on his own, he would never commit suicide.”

“Then there is a rumor.”

“Rumor? Get on with it.”

“Sire, there is a rumor that a Super Saiyan has emerged.”

Cold laughed, “Don’t be ridiculous, there is no such thing.”

“I heard a name, Broly. He is said to have been insane, but achieved that status.”

“Where is this Broly then?”

“I believe he was killed by Prince Vegeta and another.”

“Convenient.”

“However, there is a possibility that the Prince is Super as well, which is consistent with it following the royal line.”

“If there is any proof of these monkeys killing my son then they will die, every single one of them. I don’t believe in this Legendary Super Saiyan being real. Their population is failing; they must want to believe in miracles. Find out more. And Prince Vegeta’s new mate, I want to know about her.”

His people bowed, two of them remained behind as he returned to the ship.

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They appeared not far from the Prince’s quarters. Within seconds he came storming out of them to come face to face with the six males and one child. But his eye was only on one of them.

“Ah, I’ll see you later guys,” said Kakarott moving to stop Vegeta coming any closer, and allow the others to find somewhere else to be. With Raditz having worked at the Palace before, he knew they were in good hands

“I want to know how you do that, Kakarott.”

“Instant transmission?”

“If that is what makes you move so fast.”

“I just think of myself being somewhere and then I’m there.”

“And where did you learn this talent?”

“Yardrat.”

“And you didn’t think it was important to tell me?”

“No.”

“Teach it to me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s… hard to explain. I just know that I can’t.”

Vegeta abruptly turned around and returned to his rooms, Kakarott followed.

“You do believe me don’t you?”

“If there’s one thing I have learned about you Kakarott, you don’t lie. So, are you over them now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then why didn’t you stay there with them?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Do I?”

“There you go again, teasing me. Are you ever going to take me seriously?”

“I always take you seriously.”

“No you don’t, you only think you do. You see only my power level, nothing else seems to matter.”

“So. I was brought up to believe that I would be the Legendary. No one told me that it would not happen. They happily allowed me to train to be that since I was a child. Then you come along, a boy I happen to accidentally mate with turns out to have the power to become Super Saiyan. A boy with a power level far above mine, a freak of nature, and I am tied to him by mating him. A third class no less. You have surpassed me in every way. Yet you give me children, fine strong cubs. And even though I will always feel a jealousy for the power that you possess, I have learned that I possess you. If you had not returned to me I might have wanted to hunt you down and destroy you, but that would mean my end as well. But you returned to me, with yet another impossible power under you belt…”

Kakarott was staring at him, “Possess me?”

Vegeta grinned, “Yes I possess you. But not the way you are thinking baka. I possess you… the same way you possess me. My mate.”

Kakarott’s mouth fell open.

Vegeta turned away, he was not into overly emotional shows of affection, and Kakarott would have to understand that. “Come, the Icejins are here and we have a performance to give.”

“Performance,” said Kakarott trotting after Vegeta as he moved off.

“Yes, we are going to scare the shit out of the Icejin King and maybe he’ll leave and never come back.”

Kakarott smiled, scaring the Icejins would be far better than fighting them.

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“Sire, I was able to bribe this big stupid Saiyan into revealing a secret of his people.”

“Big stupid Saiyan, aren’t they all like that?”

“Sire, he is a guard in the palace close to the King, it seems that there are some third class male Saiyans that are capable of bearing children.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“No Sire, I believe what he is saying is true,” said the second one. “Remember the story that the Prince’s mate did not bear their son, it is believed he was born from a third class male, and more than that, that the Prince actually bound this male.”

“Bound?”

”Saiyans can mate for life if they absorb the blood of the one they are mating with, it forms some kind of psychic bond between them.”

“And as to the time when that planet blew up near here, it is known that one of the Prince’s main guards died around that time, and the infamous Ginyu force which we believe were in the employ of your son, they have also been reported missing since that time,” said the first.

“So you believe the Prince was involved?” asked Cold.

“It’s possible. I also heard that there was friction between the King and himself. That the King was bowing to Frieza’s rule, whereas the Prince was not so keen on doing so.”

“That doesn’t seem the case now.”

“It’s not Sire. The King has remated, and has changed with the birth of his grandchildren. It is believed that he is planning on handing the throne over to his son.”

“And his male mate?”

“Yes sire, a third class, they are the weakest of all Saiyans. Not a worthy mate for the Prince, the mating was accidental from what I hear. The Council members are not an entirely loyal bunch. I was able to get a lot of information from them,” said the second.

“It’s beginning to sound as if I will have to destroy this world after all. We cannot have this, Saiyans were meant to bow down to us, we are the strongest race.”

“And if it is true that the Prince has been able to become Super Saiyan.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Then how else could he have killed Frieza?”

King Cold glared at him, “Show me proof that these monkeys killed my son and I will destroy them all.”

“We have a meeting with the King in an hour, Sire.”

“Then I shall confront them then.”

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King Cold and his people came sweeping into the throne room where the King had arranged to meet with them.

“King Vegeta, I demand to know the truth of the planet that blew up close to here. My people believe that my son was lured there and that he was killed when the world was destroyed, by your son.”

“My son,” said the King in mocked surprise, “And how could my son have killed an Icejin?”

“That is what I would like to know, where is he?”

“I’m right here,” said Vegeta as he entered the throne room from a side door with Kakarott beside him. Behind them followed Raditz and Turles and the two Namek’s.

“Sire, that big one with all the hair, he was the one I got the information about the third class bearers,” whispered one of Cold’s advisors.

Cold’s eyes narrowed, he didn’t like this.

Vegeta and his mate came to a stop in front of him while the others moved off to the side. “Namek’s?”

“Yes King Cold, these are friends of my mate,” said Vegeta, the he turned to Kakarott, “This is my mate, Kakarott, the mother of my three cubs.”

“So, it is true.” said Cold.

“Kakarott is a third class bearer; his sire is the mate of my father, Bardock.”

Cold flicked his eyes up to the King’s throne at the man that stood bedside him, “I can see the resemblance, as with another over there. A brother?”

“No actually the big one with all the hair, is Kakarott’s brother, the other is his cousin, mate to his brother.”

“A rather incestuous family you have Vegeta.”

“I wouldn’t say that, it’s just the way things turned out. I think Kakarott is the best thing that ever happened to my son,” answered the King. “He has given me three fine grandchildren and I’m sure in the future there might be more.”

“And what of my son? How did you kill my son?”

“Actually it was not me that killed your son,” said Vegeta, “It was my mate, Kakarott.”

“What!” snapped Cold.

“But third class are the weakest of your people,” said an advisor.

“Not when they are Super Saiyan,” said Vegeta.

“There is no such thing,” said Cold.

“Kakarott, will you do the honors?”

“No, I think you should go first, Vegeta.”

“Very well.” And with that Vegeta powered up until the point that he transformed into Super Saiyan.

Cold’s advisors backed away.

“Kakarott,” said Vegeta and his mate followed him transforming as well.

The two Super Saiyans stood side by side as the Icejins gaped at them.

“No such thing, Cold?” said Vegeta. “I believe that our cubs will be as strong as us, that will be three more Super Saiyans on this world.”

“And I believe that if my mate pushed himself a little more, that he could even surpass this state and ascend,” said Kakarott.

Vegeta turned and raised a blond eyebrow at him.

“This is how you killed my son?” demanded Cold.

“Your son threatened my mate that is how I was able to make the transformation to Super Saiyan. The same happened when Vegeta defended me against another Super Saiyan named Broly.”

“You killed my son for your mate!”

“And for my son and for my people. You have no right to subjugate us, we are not your slaves,” said Kakarott.

“How dare you?”

“I dare, would you care to take my mate and I on, as I said, all Vegeta needs is a push and I am sure he could ascend.”

Vegeta was staring at Kakarott, what was he saying. Was there another level above Super Saiyan that he could achieve?

Cold lifted a finger, “I don’t think so, I swore I would destroy the monkey that killed my son, and I will destroy this world.”

Kakarott smiled as Cold pointed at him.

“No one threatens my mate,” said Vegeta standing in front of Kakarott.

Kakarott was happy to let his mate do so, as if he had planned it all along.

“Get out of the way monkey Prince or you can go first.”

“Take it further Vegeta, I know you can do it,” said Kakarott from behind. “Think of what you felt when Paragus nearly killed me.”

That was enough for Vegeta to try, and he assumed his fighting stance and began to push at his powers, if Kakarott believed he could do this then he had to try. Kakarott was the stronger of the two, he had acknowledged that, but he was willing to let Vegeta try the next level that he believed or knew was there. And Kakarott was in no shape yet to sustain any kind of fight, he was still recovering from near death and had not had time to train back up due to going into season. Kakarott believed in him, he just had to believe in himself.

Everyone in the room stared at him as they felt his powers begin to grow, the Icejins, including Cold backed off further, others in the throne room also backed away. But Kakarott stood behind his mate giving his silent support.

Vegeta cried out as he pushed himself further than he ever had before. While Kakarott had been away, he had trained, even when he had gone into heat he had been able to shake it off early and train then. He was at his peak, or that was what he had thought. He remembered the way he had felt when Paragus had almost destroyed his mate, of trying to save him by pushing his power into him. Now he was trying to protect his mate again and push his power further, to ascend to the next level. If Kakarott had faith in him…

Everyone watched in awe as Vegeta seemed to glow golden, his power level stronger than any had ever felt before. He stood there and laughed as he felt it come to him, he knew he had done it. “See me now Cold, see what the Saiyan race can achieve! You see before you the two strongest Saiyans on this world, my mate and I. Do you really want to challenge us? Do you want to join your son? Go now and I will let you live, but never underestimate the Saiyan race again. We will be subject to no one.”

At that point King Vegeta stood, “So says the new King of Vegetasei, I abdicate my throne to my stronger son and his mate, Kakarott.”

Vegeta however, did not turn to his father; he kept his eyes on the Icejins. Finally Cold turned and stormed from the room. He went straight to his ship which took of for their home world.

Once they were gone Vegeta turned to his father and powered down, “What did you say?”

“I said I abdicate my throne to you. You and Kakarott deserve to rule this world as you see fit. You are the future of Vegetasei, not an old fool like me.”

“But father…”

The King and his mate had turned to leave, “You can do it Vegeta, anyone who can run off the Icejins and achieve a level above Super Saiyan can rule this world easily. All you have to do is show the Council who is boss, and I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with that. Oh and Kakarott, hadn’t you better start doing something about your bearer friends, they’re relying on you too.” They left before either could get a word in.

“So if you’re the King what does that make me?” asked Kakarott.

tbc