A story by Scott Davidson
Warnings: Shounen-ai (male-male situations), swearing, violence, rape, clinical insanity.
Disclaimers: Kakarotto and Vegeta are not mine. The bandits are mine, but you can have them if you want.
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Kakarotto awoke.
He hadn�t known he�d been sleeping really. The last he could remember was the expression of that stupid alien hanging above him as he felt himself falling.
Now he was laying on the ground. It was cold and he didn�t have any clothes on. His head hurt and his lower spine ached. He heard chuckling around him and slowly feelings other than pain and cold trickled into his sensory systems. His eyes flashed open.
Some bakayaro alien weaking was fucking him! To think any alien would have the gall to do something so degrading to a Saiyan warrior!
A low, menacing growl escaped his throat as he curled his legs up and kicked as hard as he could against the man on him. A low chuckling caught his attention, he turned to see another of these tail-less aliens, this one leaning against a tree.
"I see you�ve woken up." The blond man said. Kakarotto growled. What damned language was this dratted alien blabbering? Same fucking language that first one he�d seen on this planet had been using.
What planet was he on again anyways? ...Oh yes, Earth. Dumb mudball. Home of the �humans� if his memory served him right. He sneered. It would be no challenge to rid this damned mudball of its occupants. Though it might not be the most prudent idea at the moment, as he had no idea how long he�d been blacked out. The mission might have been called off.
Kakarotto stood up, ignoring his nakedness despite the frost in the air. He could take the clothes of this man after he killed him.
That was when scent caught up with the rest of Kakarotto�s senses.
What the hell? This man smelled like sex! Or, more specifically, like Kakarotto himself. Damn, he had been so out of it that even weakling humans could overpower him. He might need to give himself some serious training now that he was awake again. He turned from his inner musings to give the man his full attention again.
The man said something in that stupid language. He flashed some form of bladed weapon at Kakarotto, grinning. Kakarotto snarled at the man and leapt at him, swinging a fist at the man�s skull.
He was actually mildly surprised when there was a solid, wet thump and the human�s skull split like an over-ripe melon being hit with a sledgehammer.
Not bad�
Kakarotto smirked. Looked like he wasn�t that out of shape after all. Might need to find a decent sparring partner on this mudball to find out exactly what his current limits were. He turned and looked around.
There were footprints in the snow, all suggesting that several people had left at high speeds. The man he had kicked lay lifeless where he had smacked headfirst into a tree after Kakarotto had kicked him. There was blood splattered in the snow where he�d been laying.
Kakarotto frowned, taking some snow and attempting to scrub the scent of the men�s sex from his skin. It stuck in his nostrils and made him want to sneeze. He managed to dull it down some, then took another quick survey of the area the incident had been in.
There, orange fabric. Discarded clothes.
Kakarotto picked up the outfit and sniffed at it. It smelled like him, with a heavy dose of panic stench. He sneered at whoever he must have been while he was out, then somehow puzzled out how to fit the clothes on his figure.
Just in time, for someone had stepped out from between some trees, revealing himself to the newly awakened Saiyan.
Someone short. With spiky, gravity defying hair. Someone who was glaring at Kakarotto as if the Saiyan warrior was merely another glob of dirt on the underside of his shoe.
Kakarotto froze.
"Lord Vegeta...?" Kakarotto whispered breathlessly, drawing a shocked look from the one addressed.
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