Kakarotto, a new take on
Cinderella.
By Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh
Rating; NC-17
Fandom: DBZ (duh! *laughs*)
Pairing: Vegeta/Goku,
mentions of Nail/Piccolo.
Warnings; AU, TWT, parody,
OOC, weirdness, insanity, yaoi, lemon, bitch Chi-Chi and Bulma. Don’t like OOC and silliness? Perhaps you’re lacking a sense of
humor? Then screw off and don’t bother
reading, because this isn’t for you.
Oh, and I should also warn
you, MPREG! Yes! The much-dreaded MPREG!
MALE PREGNANCY AHEAD, PROCEED
AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!
Notes; As I said, an AU
fic. Imagine a world where Saiyans and
humans acutally co-existed.
BUT....Chi-Chi is a female Saiyan in this fic, okay?
This is in response to Kami
Sama’s challenge on the Anything goes fanfiction club.
Archiving: Aff.net, MM.org,
my own site. All others, ask first, and
no MST’ing.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the
show or the story, making no money off this.
“ ” Speaking
* * thoughts
~oOo~ Change of scene or POV.
~oOo~
Once upon a time, in a beautiful kingdom full of magic and
mystery, ruled by the powerful and wise King Vegeta, there lived a widower
Saiyan. Bardock was his name, and he
had been a fine and loyal general in the royal army. He had been well-rewarded for his faithful service throughout the
years, the King had given him a large plot of land, and a rambling
mansion. He had married a beautiful
Saiyan woman and they had a son, Kakarotto.
Tragically, Bardock’s wife died in childbirth.
Bardock was a kind, and loving father, giving Kakarotto
fine clothes, a Hiya dragon for a pet, horses, everything his son desired. Still, Bardock thought Kakarotto needed a
mother’s tender care, so he remarried.
He chose a woman from a neighboring kingdom, Chi-Chi was her name, in
the hopes that her two young daughters would also have a positive effect on his
son.
Sadly, the good Bardock died a short time later, and the
stepmother then began to show her true nature.
She was cold and cruel, horrendously jealous of Kakarotto’s fine
features and gentle sweet disposition, for these qualities made Chi-Chi’s own
daughters, Bulma and Juuhachigou seem even meaner and uglier by contrast.
The two sisters were dressed in rich, fine clothes, and all
the best jewels, paid for, of course, by Bardock’s estate, which was rapidly
dwindling to nothing from all the selfish spending the women did. Kakarotto was only given old clothes that
had belonged to his father. The only
gift Kakarotto received from his stepmother was a pair of silky blue arm bands.
Of course, with Kakarotto being as trusting and naive as he was, it
never occurred to him that there was an evil purpose behind such a fine gift.
Chi-Chi’s mother had given her those arm bands long ago as
a means of controlling Saiyan men, because you see, they suppressed ki, rendering
the man as weak as an average human.
This was how Chi-Chi and her daughters began to force
Kakarotto to become a slave in his own house.
Every morning, Kakarotto rose with the sun to fetch the
water, light the fires, cook the meals, do the laundry, scrub the floors, and
generally be at his stepsisters and mother’s beck and call.
Chi-Chi, Bulma and Juuhachigou slept in the upstairs
chambers, in large beds with soft sheets.
Each of the rooms also fireplaces that were always well tended by
Kakarotto, to keep them comfy and warm.
Kakarotto’s bedroom was a tiny little thing, far up in the garret under
the roof, which leaked into his room,
and had drafty windows. A couple
of threadbare blankets and flat pillows were all that adorned the lumpy
mattress that was supposed to be Kakarotto’s bed.
The room was full of mice, and birds made there home in it
as well, but through it all, Kakarotto never complained. He remained gentle, sweet and kind,
dreaming that someday he would be free of this hard life, and he would find
true love.
He made friends with the birds that sang to him each
morning, waking him with sweet melodies that never failed to put a smile on his
face. He made friends with the mice,
giving names to each of them and sewing them little coats and hats and often rescuing them from traps or from
Lucifer, his stepmother’s nasty sabertooth tiger that was supposed to pass for
a pet. He even had a secret friend, a
little elf named Krillin who often would tell Kakarotto wonderful stories of
adventure, and grand battles he had witnessed.
The little elf had no magical powers, but he was a true friend who would
help Kakarotto with his work, whenever he could move about unseen by Lucifer.
Every day Kakarotto had to prepare breakfast for the
household: a bowl of cream for Lucifer, a bone for Hiya dragon, oats for the
horses and corn for the chickens, geese and ducks. Then he carried three trays upstairs to his stepmother and
stepsisters.
“Take the ironing, and have it back within the hour,” Bulma
snapped.
“Take the mending and don’t be all bloody day with
it,” Juuhachigou demanded.
“Pick up the laundry and get on with it Kakarotto,” Chi-Chi yelled. “When you’re through with that, wash the carpet in the main hall,
clean the drapes, and wash the windows.”
“Yes, stepmother.
Yes, Bulma. Yes,
Juuhachigou.” Kakarotto replied,
sighing, but never complaining.
“Psst! Kakarotto,”
Krillin poked out from a heating vent, two mice sitting on his
shoulders, chittering happily. “Give
that mending and ironing here. I’ll
take it to your chambers.”
“Gosh..are you sure?” Kakarotto asked shyly.
“Yeah, come on now,
you go on and start on the other stuff and I’ll get these guys here to help me
with this! I’ll be down to help you
with the other stuff as soon as I can,” the little elf grinned at him, then
disappeared back into the vent.
*I sure am lucky, to
have such good friends,* Kakarotto thought, genuinely touched.
~oOo~
Meanwhile, in the
royal palace, King Vegeta raged in his private chamber, as the grand Duke Roshi
cowered in the corner.
“It’s high time that brat married and settled down,” the
King raged.
“But, your majesty,”
Duke Roshi cringed as Vegeta began firing ki blasts around the room. “First, he has to meet a girl and fall in
love...and that could prove difficult, considering...”
“Love,
schmove! I don’t give a shit about
love,” the King cried, picking up a goblet and hurling it against the
wall. “Vegeta just has to want to screw
her, and get her pregnant.”
He paused and glared over at Roshi, making the Duke
tremble. “For that matter, it doesn’t
even have to be a she. You’re right, my
good man. Saiyan males can conceive, so
my son’s proclivity for males won’t be a problem either.” King Vegeta chuckled, an evil gleam in his
eyes.
“B..but your
majesty,” Duke Roshi stammered, his face turning red. “Where will you find a Saiyan male that is actually willing to
conceive and carry a child?”
“Oh, I’ll find one,” the King smirked, rubbing his hands
together. “I shall find one.” He spun on his heel and stalked over to the
cowering human. “Go and have a
proclamation written. My son comes home
tomorrow morning, and we will have a grand ball to celebrate the day
after. By royal decree, all eligible
human and Saiyan females, and all eligible Saiyan males, WILL attend. The penalty for refusing will be execution,”
the King growled. “Now go!” With that, he hurled the old man out into
the hall.
~oOo~
The very next day, Oolong, the royal
messenger, delivered the invitations and posted the royal decrees.
“Ooohh! A ball!”
Both stepsisters jumped up and down happily, squealing in delight.
“Yes, girls, let’s take a look at what you
two have to wear. Come on now,
quickly!” Chi-Chi shooed them upstairs,
then turned and addressed her stepson, who had been cleaning the grand
staircase. “Kakarotto, the notice says
every Saiyan male is to attend, too.
You may go, if you finish your work, and if you have something...
appropriate to wear,” she snickered, as they walked upstairs.
“I will get it done.
I’ll get it all done, and I’ll wear father’s old formal uniform,”
Kakarotto said quietly, hope in his heart that at last finally some of his
dreams would come true.
However, the stipulation that Kakarotto finish all his work
would prove to be a problem. As it was,
Kakarotto still had to iron his sister’s skirts, set out their accessories,
help them dress, and then clean up all the clothes and things they had strewn
all over their rooms. Not to mention
all the extra chores that Chi-Chi had assigned him earlier that day.
~oOo~
When the carriage
arrived the next evening, Kakarotto was still dressed in his dirty rags, hair a
mess, soot on the end of his nose, and no idea of how to fix up his father’s
old, out-of-date uniform. He had been
given not even a moment to himself to prepare for the ball, his stepmother and
stepsisters had seen to that.
“Well, that’s too
bad,” Chi-Chi sighed dramatically. “I guess you can’t go Kakarotto. But, don’t feel badly dear, there will be
other balls, and other opportunities for you,” she smirked and gave a jaunty
wave as she and her daughters finished getting ready.
Kakarotto slowly
trudged up the stairs, and closed his bedroom door. He walked over to the window and gazed out sadly at the brightly
lit castle in the distance, watching as a long line of carriages slowly made
their way to the castle gates.
Suddenly, a soft glow came from behind him.
Kakarotto spun, and
tears filled his eyes. There on a
hanger was his father’s old formal uniform, the white material gleaming,
carefully embossed with fresh gold thread and new buttons, the Saiyan emblem
for Bardock’s family pinned to the lapel.
The mice and birds that shared Kakarotto’s room were lined up along the
beams, chirping and squeaking happily.
“We knew you wouldn’t have much time to get ready, so we
decided to help you out a little, the only way we could,” Krillin said
sheepishly, shuffling his feet and gazing at the floor.
“Oh Krillin...” Kakarotto breathed, staring at it in
awe. “It’s beautiful!” He ran over and quickly changed into it,
admiring himself for a moment in the mirror, before taking a comb, quickly
fixing his hair, then wiping the soot from his face. “Thanks, you guys,” he beamed.
“Yeah, well, heh
heh...” Krillin grinned as he put his
hand behind his head, grinning. “It was
nothing. We found a lot of this stuff tossed
in corners, under beds and just forgotten.
It wasn’t any trouble to touch this thing up a little after everything
you’ve done for us,” he chuckled, as Kakarotto ran over and swept the elf up in
a bear hug.
Poor Kakarotto
never thought to remove his arm bands, they were such a part of him, and he
thought they would not be noticed.
“Wait,” Kakarotto
cried as he raced down the stairs.
“Please, wait, I’m coming too!”
When Bulma and
Juuhachigou turned and saw Kakarotto dressed so nicely, they were furious.
“That thread! That’s my thread from my embroidery
lessons,” Bulma shrieked, tearing at the collar.
“That silk! It’s from my scarf,” Juuhachigou cried,
ripping at the silk that lined the cuffs of Kakarotto’s jacket.
“This,” Chi-Chi
walked up and tore away Bardock’s family crest from the lapel, taking most of
the material with it. “Was a gift from
your father. It’s mine,” the woman hissed as she stormed out the
front door, casually tossing the emblem into the weeds. “Come girls,” she commanded.
The two sisters snickered at Kakarotto, who stood there in
little more than tattered rags, before heading out the door.
Kakarotto spun and
ran out the back door, past the
fountain and flung himself onto a bench sobbing.
“It’s not fair,” he
cried, tears streaming down his face.
“I give up, it’s no use...”
Krillin and Hiya dragon slowly walked out into the yard,
unsure of how to help. Hiya dragon
whimpered softly, and butted Krillin’s hand with his head, seeking a reassuring
pat. Krillin stroked the dragon’s head
absently, tears streaming down his face.
Kakarotto’s four horses also peeked over the fence at their weeping
master, sensing something was wrong.
Krillin gasped, his eyes widening as the air around
Kakarotto began to shimmer and sparkle.
“Why? Why do my dreams never come true?” Kakarotto sobbed.
“Nonsense child,”
a soft voice said, as a large, green person with pointed ears and antennae
appeared on the bench, holding Kakarotto’s head in his lap and stroking his
hair gently.
“Would you stop that
pathetic crying,” a harsher voice rang out, and Kakarotto jumped to his feet to
face a second green man, this one much bigger, and much younger than the
first.
“Wha..? Who are you guys?” he asked, eyes wide.
“I’m your fairy
godfather Kami, and this unpleasant upstart,” he gestured to the man beside
him, “is my assistant, Piccolo. He will
be taking over your case,” Kami smiled.
“Now, things will
finally start to happen around here,”
Piccolo snarled. “You’ve waited
far too long, old man,” he growled, standing beside Kakarotto protectively.
Kami smiled to
himself. *Oh, yes, I definitely made the right choice in giving him
Kakarotto. If anyone could jump start
this poor boy’s good fortune, it’s Piccolo.*
He looked at Kakarotto. “Now
child, I’ll need a pumpkin.”
Kakarotto stared at him quizzically for a moment, until
Piccolo swatted at him, then he ran and obediently fetched the largest pumpkin
he could find.
“Good. Good!
This will do just fine,” Kami smiled, as Piccolo crossed his arms and
scowled. “Now, where..” Kami laughed softly. “I seem to have misplaced my wand. Hmm, now where...oh, bother! Where are you?” He asked, beginning to get impatient.
“Great, and I’m
supposed to learn from this twit?”
Piccolo asked under his breath, as he reached into the back pocket of
Kami’s white robe and pulled out the missing wand.
“Oh, yes... Yes, thank
you, my boy,” Kami sighed with
relief. He tapped the wand against his
hand a few times to get the magic started, then waved the wand over the
pumpkin, starting to sing.
“Salagadoola, menchika boola, bippity boppity boo...”
Piccolo made a
great show of covering his sensitive ears at the other godfathers’ raspy,
off-key singing, but smiled as he watched Kakarotto’s amazed stare, when the
pumpkin rose up and it’s vines turned to big, elaborately gilded wheels, the
pumpkin itself having turned into a handsome white coach.
“Now, we’ll need
some mice,” Kami said, looking over to
where Krillin and Hiya dragon stood.
“Why the hell do you
need mice when you’ve got four perfectly good horses standing right
there?” Piccolo bellowed as he pointed
to Kakarotto’s four black horses.
“What? Oh, yes,
good point, my boy, good point. Yes,”
he cleared his throat, happy Piccolo was so observant. “Those horses will do nicely, indeed.”
Kami waved his
wand, singing again, and Kakarotto’s horses were instantly clean, shining, and
outfitted with fancy white harnesses, blinders and large feathers on their
head, and beautiful white beads woven into their manes.
“Wow...” Kakarotto
said softly as he watched the magic being performed.
“Now, what’s a
coach, without a coachman and footman?”
Kami asked with a smile. He
gestured to Hiya dragon, who was instantly transformed into a proud coachman,
then Krillin, who became an elegant footman.
“Wonderful!” Kami exclaimed,
quite pleased with himself. *Now let’s
see what Piccolo has learned,* he
thought, as he shooed Kakarotto to the coach.
“Now child. One thing you must
know is you have to be home by midnight.
Because on the last stroke of twelve, all this will be changed back to
what it was before. Got it?”
“Yes, but..” Kakarotto began, looking down at the remains of his uniform.
“Now, now, no need
to thank me, just go and make those dreams come true!” Kami said.
“HOLD IT! You ninny,” Piccolo exclaimed.
“Do you really expect him to go
to a ball, dressed in those rags?”
“What? Oh!
Oh, my,” Kami said, an
embarrassed flush creeping over his cheeks as he took in Kakarotto’s ripped
clothing and disheveled hair. “I
suppose that wouldn’t do at all. Take
care of that, would you, Piccolo,” he smiled.
“I suppose I’d
better get started taking care of you sooner, rather than later. If you wait around for him to take care of
you, you’ll never have these dreams come true,” Piccolo growled in impatience.
He walked up to
Kakarotto, and tried to say the magic words, but he couldn’t force the
ridiculous song past his lips. “Oh,
dammit, never mind,” he said, then smacked Kakarotto in the head with his
wand.
“Ow! Hey, what was
that...” Kakarotto trailed off as his
rags changed, everything disappearing to be replaced with a brand new formal
Saiyan uniform. Kakarotto gasped as he
took in his clothes. He wore shiny
black armor on his torso, tight-fitting black pants, knee-high, black boots,
elbow-length black gloves, and a long, red cape.
“Wow Kakarotto you look great!” Krillin beamed.
“You’re looking pretty sharp
yourself!” Kakarotto smiled back.
“Get going! It’s
already 8:30, and you have to be back before midnight,” Piccolo said impatiently.
Both godfathers waved, as the coach took off for the
palace.
~oOo~
The royal palace, sometime
later........
Prince Vegeta stood
at the front of the ballroom, on a small stage. He yawned loudly, and scowled at all the vapid girls that had
gathered at the foot of the stage, batting their eyelids at him, and giggling. The girls soon moved off and began gossiping
and scheming on how to best get the prince’s attention.
“Well, this stinks,”
Bulma stomped her foot angrily. “He
didn’t even let us recite the greeting we practiced.”
“I don’t care, I
didn’t like him anyway,” pouted Juuhachigou.
“Girls, girls,
please, it has always been my fondest hope that one of my children make
something of themselves, and marry well.
Please try not to get so discouraged,” she soothed them, by touching
their hair gently.
Bulma was immediately determined once more to get him to
notice her. *Imagine the things I
could buy with his dough,* she cackled to herself.
Prince Vegeta glared angrily up at his
father.
“Dammit, he’s not
cooperating!” King Vegeta hissed,
glaring back at his stubborn son. “He
is supposed to take a liking to at least one person here,” he groaned.
Roshi looked around at the people assembled. Many Saiyan males in the kingdom were
already paired off with Saiyan females, and the human females were so
pathetically frail and weak, Roshi wasn’t surprised the prince wanted nothing
to do with them.
“Dammit, Roshi,
what am I going to do? I want nothing
more than to see my son happy, and have a little time with my grandkids before
I pass on,” he sighed heavily.
“Well, your majesty, I’m sure there’s got to be someone out
there for your son. But these human
girls are pretty vapid and flimsy compared to the Saiyan women, add to that the
fact that your son isn’t really interested in women in the first place...” he
trailed off. “But face it, it’s not
like some drop dead gorgeous Saiyan warrior is just going to breeze in
here....”
~oOo~
“Oh gosh I hope I’m not too late!” Kakarotto cried as he raced to the ballroom.
~oOo~
“All dressed to the
nines, looking good enough to eat,”
Roshi continued, “and steal away
your son’s heart.”
The King sat
forward suddenly as something on the other side of the ballroom caught Vegeta’s
attention. The prince had whirled
around to stare at something neither the Duke or the King could see.
“What’s he looking
at,” the King demanded. “Get down
there, and find out!”
Roshi raced down
the stairs, and into the ballroom. He
stopped dead at the scene that was unfolding in the entranceway.
Everyone in the
ballroom turned and stared as a tall, handsome Saiyan stood in the doorway in
full regalia. Men and women alike were
drawn to the perfect body, and the soft boyish features, but, three people were
not so impressed.
“How did he get
here?” Bulma pouted, as she saw the way
Vegeta’s eyes were riveted to Kakarotto.
“Oh, well, he can
have him, for all I care,” Juuhachigou waved her hand in a dismissive
gesture.
Chi-Chi’s face
darkened, a horrible evil rage burning inside her. *I’ll see you dead before I see you get such a prize,
Kakarotto,* she thought spitefully.
Vegeta made his way
quickly to the doorway, eager to see the new arrival. *Hn, now that I
like. This might not be such a bad
night, after all,* he smirked.
His body tingled as
his eyes roamed up and down the other Saiyan’s well built frame, enjoying the
way his tight leggings showed of the long, well toned legs. The prince’s mouth watered as he took in the
broad chest and shoulders hidden under the chest armor. *Oh, yeah, this is
DEFINITELY going to be a long night.*
He chuckled softly as he watched the man’s long reddish brown tail
twitching nervously behind him.
“I’m not too late am I?”
Kakarotto asked, his head cocking to the side at the strange look the
man was giving him. “Is something
wrong? This is the ball decreed by the
King for all eligible Saiyan men to come and meet the prince, is it not?”
“Yes,” the prince
said as he glided forward, running a finger down the black armor. “So, you came here just to meet little old
me, did you?” Vegeta smiled up at him
evilly.
“You’re prince
Vegeta?!” Kakarotto cried, horrified
that he hadn’t noticed until now the royal emblem that adorned Vegeta’s white
armor. He dropped to one knee
gracefully. “Excuse me my
lord...please. I didn’t know!”
“I asked if you had
come to meet me,” Vegeta said, his voice growing hoarse as his mouth went dry
and he broke out in a sweat. *He...how
can he be so damn beautiful? He’s the
most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen.
And his power level! I MUST
possess him.* Vegeta thought, his jaw
setting in determination. *You will be
mine.*
“Yes prince
Vegeta....I....you’re father said every eligible Saiyan male was to
attend-” Kakarotto was cut off as
Vegeta’s gloved hand fisted in his hair, and the prince captured his lips in a
demanding kiss. Kakarotto’s eyes
widened, and pleasure spiked through him at the touch. He moaned softly as his eyelids fluttered
closed.
After a few moments, the prince released Kakarotto as suddenly
as he had grabbed him. “You will dance
with me,” he growled, taking Kakarotto’s hand in a firm grip and leading him
into the ballroom.
Many sets of narrowed, jealous eyes watched as the Prince
and the mysterious, handsome Saiyan male whirled around the dance floor. Their timing was perfect, the way their
bodies flowed and brushed against each other making it look as if they were
made for one another.
They danced around the main room for only a short time,
before Prince Vegeta grew annoyed with all the stares, and led Kakarotto away
to a more secluded spot, where they continued to dance for what seemed like
hours.
Finally, the Prince couldn’t resist the temptation any
longer. He grasped the other man’s hand
and wordlessly led the Saiyan up the hidden staircase to his own bedchamber,
unaware of the few eyes that still followed them.
Chi-Chi had seen her daughters off to dance with some
handsome sons of nobility, before following the pair discreetly, rage showing
clearly on her face.
Duke Roshi had also followed the two, watching from behind
a curtain as the soon-to-be lovers vanished.
“Did you get a good look at who it was, Roshi?” The Duke jumped as the King appeared at his
side. “Yes, sire. I know him from somewhere, but I can’t
remember where. He is so familiar to
me...” the old man trailed off.
“Well, let’s
celebrate. I’ll tell everyone that the
Prince has selected his mate, and we can all dance and enjoy the rest of the
evening,” the King said happily.
“As you wish, sire.”
Duke Roshi said, still puzzling over where he knew the young man
from.
~oOo~
“What’s your
name?” Vegeta rasped as he pushed his
soon-to-be lover down on the bed.
“K..Kaka..Ohhh,
Vegeta,” he gasped as the Prince trailed fiery kisses down his throat. “What are you doing to me..?”
The Prince
chuckled. “I’m going to do everything
to you, now what’s your name?” Vegeta
paused and looked up at the man expectantly.
“Kakarotto,” he panted, his body throbbing with a need he
couldn’t explain.
“Kakarotto, I like it.”
Vegeta purred as he pulled off his lover’s chest armor, then set about
peeling away his leggings.
“I’m glad it pleases you my Prince..ahh...uh! Yes, Vegeta!” Kakarotto cried out as Vegeta’s lips wrapped around his straining
arousal.
Vegeta smirked as
he pulled away. “I’m glad it pleases
you, Kakarotto,” he said seductively, before once again taking the other
Saiyan’s length into his mouth.
Kakarotto arched and gasped, moaning as the Prince’s clever
tongue gave him pleasure beyond his wildest imaginings. “N..no, please Vegeta, don’t stop,” he begged, as Vegeta pulled away and stood
at the foot of the bed.
“Easy,” he whispered, pulling off his gloves and giving the
other man a feral grin. “I just want to
move on to other more.... mutually pleasurable things.”
Kakarotto’s eyes narrowed with desire as the Prince pulled
off his own clothing, the low light casting deep shadows on his well muscled
body. “Come to me my Prince..” Kakarotto said softly, holding his arms out
to the other Saiyan.
Vegeta was on him in an instant, his tongue sliding up and
down Kakarotto’s corded neck, while one hand wrapped around the other Saiyan’s
erection, stroking him gently. Vegeta
then brought his other hand up to Kakarotto’s mouth and slid two fingers past the swollen, pale pink
lips. “Suck,” he commanded.
After Kakarotto coated both fingers with saliva, the Prince
pulled them away. “Now relax,” he said
softly. “If you tense up this will be
more painful, than pleasurable.”
Kakarotto nodded, relaxing his body as Vegeta’s fingers
slipped between his legs. He gasped
softly and locked eyes with Vegeta, tail twitching again with unease, as Vegeta
slowly pushed a finger into him.
Kakarotto closed his eyes briefly, then their gazes locked as Vegeta
slid in a second finger and slowly pushed them in and out of his lover. Kakarotto’s body jerked, then his eyes
snapped shut as his back arched, a low cry torn from his throat when the
Prince’s fingers brushed his prostate.
“You like that, hm?”
Vegeta purred as he lowered his head and licked the tip of Kakarotto’s
erection. He chuckled as the younger man
nodded vigorously. “Then you’ll love
what I do next,” he whispered as he positioned the head of his cock at
Kakarotto’s entrance, entering him with one smooth, gentle thrust. “Nn, yes...” he moaned, his head dropping
down to his lovers’s chest as he paused.
Kakarotto whimpered as Vegeta’s length filled and stretched
him, his body trying to get used to the sensations.
Vegeta gave the other Saiyan a few moments to adjust, one
hand moving up to run slowly through the other man’s unruly hair. When the younger man began to shift
restlessly beneath him, Vegeta smirked and pulled most of the way out. “Ready?” he asked softly.
“Yes, I think
so,” Kakarotto whispered, then his eyes
flew open and a strangled groan was wrenched from him, as Vegeta thrust back
in, brushing once more against the spot inside him that made the Saiyan gasp in
pleasure. Hoarse cries left him as
Vegeta moved, the younger Saiyan reaching up to grip the Prince’s shoulders
tightly as a sensation of pressure built inside him. “Vegeta” he groaned, when the Prince’s hand wrapped tightly around
his shaft, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Ka..Kakarotto,” Vegeta
was panting harshly, sweat running down his face as he thrust into his
lover. Both men bucked and cried out as
they found release almost simultaneously, muscles tense, bodies trembling.
Vegeta smiled wanly as he collapsed on top of the other
Saiyan. “Now, that-” Both men jumped when someone began pounding
on the door to the prince’s bedchamber.
“Open the door son,” King Vegeta demanded. “We want to meet your mate.”
“Father!” Prince Vegeta shouted. “Leave us the hell alone!”
The King was silent
for a second, and Kakarotto stared at the door in fear. He had heard from Krillin how strong and
fierce the King could be, what would he do after such a statement? Needless to say, Kakarotto was intensely
relieved as the King laughed heartily.
“Very well, I see I will not be long waiting for
grandchildren, then,” he chuckled as he went down the hall toward his own
bedchamber. “But you have lots of time
to do that. I expect you to present
this mate of yours to me, in my chambers, in half an hour.”
Vegeta heaved a
sigh. “It’s useless to put this off,
you know. He won’t stop until I’ve
presented you to him. Come on, get
dressed, now,” he kissed Kakarotto on the end of the nose affectionately.
“I...you want to present me to him, as,” he blushed and
looked away, fingers toying with the blankets.
“As...your mate?”
“Yes, of course I do.
If I didn’t, why would I have danced with you in front of everyone, not
to mention dragged you up here to have my way with you,” smirked the Prince,
grabbing the other man by the hair and kissing him hungrily. “Now, get dressed, we haven’t got much
time.” The prince didn’t know how right
he was...
A few minutes later,
Kakarotto finished fastening his cape and leaned forward to kiss his prince,
who was levitating in the air in front of him, hands touching his shoulders
gently. Kakarotto moaned softly as the
Prince’s tongue ran over his bottom lip teasingly, strong hands kneading his
shoulders.
“Roshi!” King Vegeta’s bellow came from the hallway
again. “What time is it?”
“Five minutes from midnight, your
highness,” Roshi bellowed back.
Kakarotto’s face
paled. *Five from midnight?! Oh, no, I’ve got to go!* He hated himself already for what he was
about to do. “Vegeta, where is um...you
know,” he shifted uncomfortably.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Oh,” the prince
chuckled. “Through that door.” He pointed to the back corner of the
room. “I’ll go see father, and make
sure he knows not to bore you to death with speeches, or harass you with a
million questions.” He smiled, and
leaned up for another kiss. “I’ll be
waiting for you,” he whispered.
“Yeah...” Goku said, trying desperately to keep his face neutral.
Vegeta left,
shutting the door firmly behind him.
Kakarotto waited several minutes, until he heard King Vegeta
boisterously welcome his son into his chamber. *It’s now or never.
I’m so sorry, Vegeta, but you can’t find out the truth like this. I’ll come back tomorrow, and explain
properly. Goodbye for now, my Prince.*
A tear made it’s way down Kakarotto’s cheek as he quietly slipped out the door
and ran lightly down the hall.
Master Roshi just
came from the kitchen, and was almost knocked over by the fleeing Saiyan. “I say there, Bardock! How many times have you been told to have a
care inside the palace? Clumsy ox,” he
muttered, then his face paled as he recognized the armor as being on the one
the Prince had become smitten with.
“Bardock....THAT’S IT! I KNOW
WHO YOU ARE!!” Roshi shouted and tried
to chase the panicked young man, but it was no use. “Kakarotto,” he called weakly as he stopped and sagged against
the outside steps leading down to where the carriages were parked, gasping for
breath.
“Duke Roshi! Are you alright?” Oolong, one of the people in charge of seeing to the carriages
during the ball, ran over and helped the old man up.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, but Kakarotto has
fled the palace!”
“What!? Oh, no!
Both the King and the Prince will be furious! They just announced that the Prince and Kakarotto are to be
married in two weeks time!” Oolong
jumped from one foot to the other nervously.
“Well, we can find him if we hurry! Run and tell the King that Kakarotto is the
son of Bardock, then have them meet us at the royal carriage. I can direct them to his house,” Roshi said
as he hurried down the steps. Oolong
nodded and tore back into the ballroom.
Krillin!” Kakarotto cried, racing forth and jumping
into the carriage. “Let’s move! It’s three minutes to midnight!”
“You got it,
bud!” Krillin jumped in after him, and
Hiya dragon snapped the whip, sending the carriage racing toward home.
“You’re highness,”
Oolong stage whispered to King and Prince Vegeta. “Kakarotto has left the palace, it is
believed he is heading for home!”
“What?!” Both Vegetas cried in outrage and
shock. “Why is he leaving!” King Vegeta demanded.
“I don’t know, sire,
but Duke Roshi tried to stop him. He
just got into his carriage and left-” Oolong cringed as he was grabbed by the
back of his shirt. Both King and Prince
were suddenly surrounded by bright flames of ki, before they ran for the
balcony, taking to the sky.
They landed in the courtyard, where King Vegeta grabbed a
sputtering, indignant Duke Roshi, and the four of them were airborne, Roshi
pointing the way to Bardock’s estate.
Another pair of
ears had overheard all the juicy details of this little debaucle. Chi-Chi rounded up the girls and quickly
bustled them into the carriage, telling the driver they had to be home because
of an emergency. The driver cracked his
whip and they were off.
~oOo~
//Bong...//
“Oh no!” Krillin
cried as the palace clock began to chime.
“We’re almost out of time!”
~oOo~
//Bong...//
“Come on!” Chi-Chi shouted at the driver.
~oOo~
//Bong....//
“That way your majesty!” Roshi cried. “Not much further now!”
~oOo~
//Bong......//
“Stupid Kakarotto. Why’d he end up winning the Prince?” Bulma pouted.
“He hasn’t won
anything yet,” Chi-Chi grinned evilly.
“Nor will he ever, if I have anything to say about it...”
~oOo~
//Bong......//
“Hurry you
guys! We have to get around the second
bend across the bridge!” Kakarotto
cried. “We can hide in those trees!”
//Bong.......//
The carriage raced
toward the bridge dangerously, almost tipping as they rounded the first bend,
Hiya Dragon, Krillin and Kakarotto all giving a sudden shout, certain they were
about to flip the carriage. “Hold on,
we’re almost there!”
//Bong.......//
~oOo~
“Where could he
be?” Prince Vegeta snarled in
frustration, scanning the ground for a carriage.
“There’s one!” Oolong pointed at the carriage carrying Chi-Chi and her
daughters.
//Bong......//
“No, the carriage
Kakarotto left in was white, gilded with gold.
It was nothing like that one.”
Duke Roshi sighed as they flew on.
//Bong......//
~oOo~
“I’ll get you Kakarotto.
You are one thorn in my side that will cease to exist after tonight,” Chi-Chi growled. Bulma grinned maniacally at her mother’s shocking words, while
Juuhachigou shrank back in her seat, appalled at the sudden change in her
mother.
//Bong........//
~oOo~
“KAKAROTTO!” Vegeta shouted into the night sky, his expression
a mixture of frustration, pain and betrayal.
“Why...why did you leave?” he rasped.
The King shot his son a worried glance. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”
//Bong........//
~oOo~
“Kakarotto, tonight
you die, I’ve had enough of you ruining my plans,” Chi-Chi hissed. Bulma
snickered, and Juuhachigou recoiled, scooting back as far as she could get from
her mother and sister.
//Bong........//
~oOo~
“Here it
comes! This is the end! Everybody off the road and into the trees to
hide!” Kakarotto cried.
The carriage quickly
turned back into a pumpkin, the horses losing their fine accessories. Kakarotto, Krillin and Hiya dragon found
themselves sprawled on the road, the two men dressed in their former rags,
including Kakarotto’s ki-suppressing bands.
“Come on we don’t have time to sit around!” Krillin cried as he helped his friend up and they all disappeared
into the forest.
~oOo~
Chi-Chi grinned as
she felt the sudden drop in Kakarotto’s ki.
“There,” she cried, pointing to the forest just over the bridge.
“Hey, what’s a pumpkin doing in the
middle of the road?” Bulma asked.
As soon as the carriage stopped, Chi-Chi jumped out. She leapt onto the coachman’s seat and
snapped the poor man’s throat. “Can’t
have any witnesses,” she growled
softly.
Juuhachigou gasped, her eyes impossibly wide. She turned and ran up the road, not caring
where she was going, just trying to get away from them.
“And just where do
you think you’re going, my dear daughter?”
Chi-Chi purred, leaping into the air and landing in front of her.
“No, leave me alone,” she begged, stumbling away. “You...oh, you killed him,” she cried.
“Yes, that was the general idea, and we’ll
kill Kakarotto, too.” Chi-Chi leered
down at her. “Now, you have two
choices. You are either with us, or
against us.”
“I...I can’t just stand here and watch you kill
people. I, yes, we treated Kakarotto
like shit, but to kill him,” she trailed off, starting to cry.
“Well,” Chi-Chi sighed sadly.
“I’m very sorry to hear that, because there are only three types of
people here tonight. Victims, like
Kakarotto, participants, like your sister and I, or witnesses. You, my dear, are a witness,” she said,
charging up a ki ball.
“You leave her
alone!” Krillin cried, jumping out from
the bushes and attacking Chi-Chi with all his might. Chi-Chi was taken aback for a few moments, then quickly regained
her wits and pummeled both her daughter and the elf into the ground. She laughed as she walked away and left
them both for dead.
“Kakarotto,” she shouted. “Come out, or I’ll kill them both!”
“All right,”
Kakarotto said softly, slowly coming out from the cover of the trees.
“So, not only did
you find your way to the ball, you stole the show, and the prince’s heart. No...I WON’T HAVE IT!”
She leapt at him
and, because poor Kakarotto’s armbands had reappeared, Chi-Chi was able beat
him into unconsciousness in seconds, with the help of her other daughter.
“Now, let’s go home and put an end to this, once and for
all,” she cackled as they dragged Kakarotto to the carriage.
~oOo~
“Dammit how did he
get so far in so little time? We
haven’t been able to spot him anywhere!”
Prince Vegeta cried.
“Don’t worry,
Vegeta,” said the King, a grim frown on his face. “We’re not far from the house now, just a few more minutes and
we’ll have him, and our explanation of just what the hell is going on.”
~oOo~
Chi-Chi pulled the
carriage up to the run down barn, stepping down from the driver’s seat, then
dragging the still-unconscious Kakarotto out and dumping him onto the
ground. “Let’s get this over with,” she
snarled as she pulled off her scarf, then took the one from Bulma as well. She quickly bound Kakarotto’s feet and hands,
and the two women dragged him into the barn.
After three tries, they finally managed to get him into the hayloft
where they locked up the door and closed the trapdoor over the ladder, locking
it as well. “He’s trapped in there,
now,” Chi-Chi smirked.
“We’re not just
gonna leave him there, are we?” Bulma
asked quietly.
“No, dear,” Chi-Chi
chuckled softly. “We’re going to do
this,” she snatched up two torches and lit them, handing one to Bulma. “Come on, let’s finish it,” she called as
she walked into the barn.
She and Bulma dropped their torches in a pile of hay almost
directly under where the still unconscious Kakarotto lay.
The fire began
spreading quickly and soon it was licking at the floor under the still-unmoving
Saiyan.
Kami and Piccolo
appeared around the other side of the barn, having sensed their charge was in
danger. Piccolo’s eyes widened with
fear as he stared at the flames. “Do
something old man,” he cried, running to the side of the barn, but unable to
enter because of the thick smoke, and roaring fire. “Help him!”
“You’re the only
one that can help him now Piccolo,” Kami said softly. “My powers are fading,
that’s why I turned him over to you.
You haven’t even reached the pinnacle of your power yet. Even I don’t know how strong you could
be! Look inside yourself, and find the
power to save him!”
Piccolo turned back
to see the flames licking up toward his charge. “Dammit,” he squeezed his eyes shut and drew out his wand. “All right, I can do this!”
He took a deep
breath. “Bippity....” Sparks shot out from the end of his
wand. “Boppity...” The sparks turned to a huge ball of
energy. He pointed his wand at the
sky... “BOO!” An enormous thunderbolt
shot out from the end of his wand and lit up the heavens, and the night sky was
immediately blanketed by heavy storm clouds.
Seconds later, a torrential downpour began to soak
everything, sending water down through the decrepit barn and snuffing out most
of the flames.
~oOo~
The King and Prince were
startled by the loud clap of thunder, and they had trouble keeping in the air
as wind buffeted them, and heavy rain drenched them, making it difficult to
see.
“What the hell was that!?”
King and Prince Vegeta cried in unison.
“I don’t know but
I’ve got a bad feeling. That sound came
from Bardock’s estate,” Roshi said as
he tried to turn around for a better look.
“We’d better step on it, you two.”
~oOo~
“Wow,” Kami said
softly, staring at the smoke pouring from the barn as water continued to run
down the sides of the building. “I
never knew we could do that...”
“NOOO!” Chi-Chi screamed as her plan was
thwarted. She turned and snarled as
the King, the Prince, Oolong and Duke Roshi landed in the yard.
“What is going on
here?” The King demanded. His question was answered as Kakarotto began
to scream inside the barn.
“Kakarotto!”
Prince Vegeta shouted and burst into the barn. “Kakarotto!”
“Up here,” he rasped, his voice hoarse from
the smoke he’d inhaled. “Vegeta...” Kakarotto smiled weakly, trying to sit
up.
“Kakarotto, what the hell... WHO DID THIS TO
YOU?!” The prince snarled in rage as he
snapped the bonds around the other man’s wrists and ankles, brow furrowing as
he wondered why the other Saiyan hadn’t been able to break free himself. He carried his love down from the hayloft
and out into the fresh air.
“Is he alright,
son?” The King hurried over, making
sure the other man wasn’t hurt, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the bands
Kakarotto wore around his wrists.
“Where did you get these, my boy?” the King asked softly, pointing to
them.
“Stepmother, she
gave them to me,” Kakarotto
whispered.
“Hmm,
really...” King Vegeta turned to
Chi-Chi with interest. “Ki suppression
devices have been outlawed for over four decades, woman. So, explain to me why you not only have
some, but you’re using them. The
penalty for using such devices is a minimum of twenty years in prison,” he
sneered as he walked over and shoved her to the ground.
“Not to mention the penalty you will face, for trying to
murder a member of the royal family.
That is high treason. Your
penalty is death, in the most painful and drawn out way we can find, with
unimaginable torture being inflicted before we allow you to die,” the King
growled, looming over her. “Of course,
that last bit isn’t stated in the laws, that’s just my personal preference…”
“But he’s not a member of the royal
family,” she shrieked. “He’s-”
“He’s the man my son has chosen to marry! They are officially engaged! He is considered part of the family, and
under my personal protection,” the King roared.
Chi-Chi knew from
the look in the King’s eyes she was not long for this world, so she sent a
message to Bulma. Her oldest daughter
nodded imperceptibly and they discreetly powered up for one massive ki blast at
the Prince and Kakarotto.
*NOW!!* Both women
fired with everything they had.
Kakarotto was especially weak, but Prince Vegeta’s ki was too weak to
defend them because of his close proximity to the bands.
“NO!” The King, Oolong and Duke Roshi cried. The King, enraged, pointed a finger at each
of the women and vaporized them instantly.
“Kakarotto!” Piccolo cried and shot a blast of his own at
the ball of energy hurtling toward his charge, but he knew he’d expended far
too much power earlier to be able to nullify this blast. He jumped and gasped as a strong arm wound
round his waist, and a second blast joined his, destroying the ball of light
that threatened the two Saiyans.
“Hey, hot stuff,” a
low, rich voice purred in his ear.
“Nice storm earlier, I’ve never seen anyone pull of something like that
before. I’m impressed,” Piccolo gasped as a tongue flicked out and
licked his ear. “Name’s Nail, and I’ve
had my eye on you for quite some time.”
Piccolo was spun around and faced a rather handsome fairy
godfather, a little older than himself, with a cocky smirk and no shirt on.
*Although, with a body like that he has good reason to show it off,* Piccolo shook
his head to clear away the hentai thoughts.
“Let me go! Who do you
think you are!” Piccolo demanded
haughtily.
“Mm, hard to get, oh, man, I love that,” Nail
purred, leaning forward to brush his lips against Piccolo’s.
“Now cut that out!”
Piccolo growled, whacking the amorous fairy in the side of the head with
his wand. He looked around at his
charge, only to see Kakarotto and Vegeta fighting to remove the blue
wristbands.
“Yeah,” Nail
sighed. “You’re right. Let’s get rid of those troublesome bands
first.” He walked over and touched his
wand to each of the bands in turn, and they fell to the ground harmlessly. He smirked down at Vegeta, who in turn was
gaping at Nail, Piccolo and Kami in amazement.
“Who...who are
you?” He asked, tightening his arms
around Kakarotto protectively.
“Well, I’m your
fairy godfather, Nail, and this is Kakarotto’s fairy godfather, Piccolo.” Nail smiled softly at him.
“You...you two saved us, and you... You were the cause of that storm
earlier.” Vegeta stood and walked over
to Piccolo. “Thank you,” he looked up
at Piccolo somberly. “I owe you a great
debt for saving our lives.”
“Hey, yeah,
well...it’s okay. It’s my job to
protect Kakarotto and those near and dear to him,” Piccolo said awkwardly,
taking a swing at Nail as the other godfather attempted to grope him again.
Vegeta moved back to Kakarotto’s side as the tall Saiyan
groaned softly. “Are you alright?” he
asked softly, shooting an annoyed glance around him as Oolong, Roshi, and the
King crowded around them.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Vegeta, just fine,” he said one still-shaky
hand resting on Vegeta’s shoulder
~oOo~
Two weeks later.....
Kakarotto and
Vegeta were married in one of the most lavish ceremonies the kingdom had ever
seen, and shortly afterward, Piccolo and Nail announced to their charges that
they were joined as well.
Juuhachigou and
Krillin survived, and Juuhachigou was so touched by Krillin’s bravery in trying
to save her, that she fell in love with him.
One year later saw
the birth of Kakarotto and Vegeta’s son Bardock, who was a holy terror. The King was ecstatic to finally have a
grandchild to spoil, and the boy was eventually calmed by all the love around
him.
Nail and Piccolo also had a son, Dende. He was raised along with Bardock, and Nail
and Piccolo both swore to protect the younger Saiyan until their son was old
enough to protect his future charge himself.
And they all lived happily
ever after....
THE END
So...was that fractured
enough for you? *snickers* Flames and lame comments about OOCness or anything
like that will be laughed at. You were
warned; don’t come crying to me now.
JJ