Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Scrap of Hope ❯ The Ritual Ends ( Chapter 8 )

THE RITUAL ENDS

A flurry of exchanges followed, Kakarot dodging most of Nappa’s attacks. Nappa was snarling, voicing his opinion of dancers posing as warriors. Kakarot paused, batting away another of Nappa’s energy attacks, and a sudden grin lightened his face. “Oh, I am a dancer! As well as a fighter. Why should I not combine what I know to easily defeat you?”

An angry roar was his answer, Nappa surging in towards the smaller, motionless Saiyan. Kakarot swayed around his fist, tail uncurling to swat Nappa’s rear. Nappa yelped, then roared again, reaching for the taunting tail. Kakarot coiled it again hurriedly, and took advantage of Nappa’s distraction to knock out several teeth.

Nappa flew backwards, crashing into the side of the arena near the king. It was a moment or two before he pulled himself to his feet. One hand wiped away the blood that trickled from his mouth. “You are dead.” He launched himself into the air again.

Kakarot didn’t wait for him to arrive. His image flickered, the younger Saiyan suddenly behind the other, his foot planted firmly to the giant backside. Nappa howled, but this time stopped himself before crashing. He followed a ki burst to Kakarot.

Kakarot, again, knocked the energy to the side, suddenly sure he could win. He’d won against countless others, after all, and this Saiyan was easily distracted by his… dancing tricks. So when Nappa appeared directly in front of him, swinging, Kakarot let his body arch backwards, allowing his tail free long enough to rove over his own body as he’d been trained. A quick swish down Nappa’s outer thigh, and his tail was tucked back around his waist. Kakarot flashed Nappa a teasing grin, dodging a meaty fist.

Nappa howled in frustration as Kakarot allowed his tail to play once more - this time leaving it loose, waving cheekily in the air behind him. Nappa lunged for the tail, Kakarot spun, and foot met head. Kakarot coiled his tail lightly around his waist, watching the larger Saiyan make a hole in the arena.

Bardock, along with everyone else, waited for Nappa to get out of the crater he’d made. They waited long enough that Vegeta woke, murmuring, “Kaka... Scrap?”

Bardock was still waiting, and a bit surprised that he was. Nappa really should have gotten up by now! Vegeta no Ou rose to his feet, screaming, “Get up, you brain dead fool!”

Apparently, his voice served as a catalyst, Nappa staggered to his feet. Kakarot waited only for a moment, then phased out again, appearing behind Nappa and kicking him across the arena. Bardock got bored, waiting for the man to rise, and started cleaning his nails. The crowd became more restless. Vegeta no Ou refused to believe it necessary to end the fight, screaming and yelling at the fallen man. Kakarot stared in disgust at the poor excuse for a fighter, before turning his back on him and stepping up to where the prince was displayed.

Bardock went over to Nappa’s new hole, levitating down into it. He bent over the brute, and poked him. He shot back up into the air, laughing his ass off. “The Champion wins.”

“Kakarot?” Vegeta murmured. “Scrap?”

Goku loosened the chains and took off the ki-binders, then took off his cape and wrapped it around Vegeta. Kneeling in front of him, he bowed his head respectfully. “My prince…”

“Kakarot?” Still a bit dazed, Vegeta tried to understand what had happened. “You… won?”

Goku looked up. “I told you I’d either win or die trying.”

Vegeta no Ou’s eyes boggled as his plans for dominating his son ran down the drain. Suddenly, they narrowed, noticing the champion’s submissive posture. A new plan slowly formed.

“Yes... I remember. Please... take me home…”

“As you wish.” Standing, Goku led Vegeta out of the arena, steadying him when necessary.

Vegeta clung desperately to Kakarot until his balancing mechanism worked again, most of the drugs that had kept him so dizzy wearing off. “I can walk now.”

Goku smiled inwardly, letting go of Vegeta, catching his father’s gaze from the corner of his eye. Bardock nodded approvingly, a huge grin on his face. A grin that broadened, thinking of the prize his son had won.

Vegeta continued to his room, fell across the bed. Goku closed the door, took of the cape and armor, and stepped over to the bed, kneeling beside it. “Is it over now, Master?”

“Yes... over. Finally over... And you... are free as well. I promised you that.”

Goku looked down to the floor. “Free... That’s… umm, great, I guess.”

Vegeta heard the words as if in a dream. He shook, shivering from the aftereffects of his ordeal, and the sudden realization that there is more that had yet to be done. “Kakarot…”

Goku looked up. “Vegeta…” He suddenly threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around the prince, burrowing his face in his chest. “Please… don’t make me go away... Please…”

Vegeta didn’t mind in the least having an armful of Kakarot. “Won’t... stay... you want to stay?” Kakarot’s words finally penetrated the last lingering remnants of his drug haze.

Goku mumbled, face still hidden against Vegeta’s chest, “Yes. I want to stay. I want to stay with you... Please…”

“Yes…” I should tell him. His tail curled around Kakarot’s. The boy moaned slightly as his sensitive tail-fur was ruffled. Vegeta smiled, dragging Kakarot up his body to kiss him stupid. Kakarot responded eagerly and happily, only to have Vegeta push him away, scowling. Kakarot meeped, looking up in confusion.

“You have far too many clothes on.”

Goku tilted his head before understanding dawned on him. Smirking, he stood up and slowly started to strip of the champion’s uniform. Vegeta scooted himself up to a more comfortable position, lounging against the pillows, keeping his attention focused on the young man who had just won him. The boy discarded the bracers, then started to peel off the body-suit.

Vegeta astonished himself by wishing he had clothes on to take off. He began purring as the suit revealed more and more skin. Goku blushed slightly, his tail swishing nervously as the last bit of clothing fell and he stood before his prince in all his glory, suddenly ashamed of the scars on his body.

“Come here.”

Goku stepped over to the bed, eyes still down-cast. Vegeta moved suddenly, kneeling to pull the younger Saiyan to him, tilting his head to capture his lips.

“Mmmmmh…” Goku melted bonelessly into the demanding kiss, expressing his appreciation . Vegeta stroked the boy’s sides possessively. I have only a little time. Soon enough… soon enough, he will be… my master. He wants this so badly… and so do I.

Vegeta didn’t allow himself to think about what he was doing. He merely rolled the younger Saiyan under him, coaxing and teasing, keeping in mind that the boy had just saved him from a fate worse than death - and that the beautiful body under his own had been through hell. He plied his Scrap with teasing strokes and kisses, sucking and nipping the ever so responsive male beneath him.

He wanted the younger man, wanted him badly. But that wouldn’t be right. He won me. I chose him, and he won. I belong to him now. His hot mouth trailed lingering kisses to the younger man’s waist. He glanced up, just for a moment, dark eyes meeting, before licking the prize before him. He’s been beaten and raped his entire life. I wonder if anyone has ever done this for him… not to him?

He took his time, licking and kissing, letting his tail twine around the rigid shaft. His hands pinned the other to the bed, or trailed over the taut stomach and strong thighs. Everything he had ever imagined being done for him, he did for his precious Scrap. It will be better than anything you’ve ever felt, Scrap, I promise you. All night long. All night, and for the rest of my life, I am yours. Vegeta raised his head at last. “Are you ready, Scrap?”

But he didn’t wait for the younger man to answer. He moved quickly, positioning himself and thrusting to impale the other fully within himself. Vegeta braced himself, his hands on Kakarot’s shoulders. Ow. That… hurts. If Nappa had… if… Gods, Scrap! Thank you! He captured the other’s lips, his tongue demanding and receiving entrance. He pulled himself away to look at the beautiful one under him. He began to move tentatively, surprised to find that it wasn’t so painful once he figured out what he was doing. It even began to feel good.

Vegeta prodded Kakarot. I really should tell him. They will be coming.

“Nnnnh?”

“About time you woke up.”

Goku yawned. “Wha..?”

Vegeta sighed, remembering that Kakarot was a pain in the ass to wake in the mornings. “Food.”

His champion perked up. “Where! How much? For me?” He tilted his head eagerly.

Vegeta groaned. “On the table, Scrap.”

“YAY!” Goku crawled over to table, started to eat. Vegeta restrained himself from gagging.

“Take it easy! I haven’t eaten yet either!” His answer was an unintelligible mumble. “And if you don’t leave me any, I’m taking it out of your hide!” He raised his whip.

Goku cringed, hastily stuffing the last chicken leg into his mouth before scrambling to get away, tail lashing. Vegeta sat at the table, examining the remaining mess. “You’re extremely lucky, Scrap.”

Goku poked his nose out from under the couch. “I am?”

“You left me food. Get over here and clean up your mess.” Vegeta blinked, looked in the direction of Kakarot’s voice, and blinked again. “Are you under the couch?”

“Umm. If I am, is that bad?”

“Considering that I told you to clean up the mess?” He finished his meal, leaned back, and cracked the whip lazily. Just a little bit of fun. They aren’t here yet. “I’d say it would be bad.”

Goku scooted out from under the couch and hastily cleaned the table, then looked at Vegeta like a puppy who hoped to be rewarded, tail wagging. Vegeta captured and stroked the wagging tail.

“Good boy,” he said, as Kakarot began purring. Vegeta continued stroking the still-patchy tail, pulling Kakarot closer to give him a very light kiss. Kakarot melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Vegeta tentatively.

“ I almost think you’re enjoying this.” Vegeta trailed the whip over Kakarot’s back. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Goku shivered involuntarily. “I... yes.…”

“Good. How well can you kiss, Kakarot? Show me.…”

The younger, all too eager to please, shyly shifted closer, first kissing Vegeta lightly. When he felt the prince respond, he lightly traced his lips with the tip of his tongue, intensifying the kiss, before taking courage and plunging deep into Vegeta’s mouth, their tongues battling.

Vegeta pulled Kakarot close, tail twining between their legs, showing approval for the kiss. He tipped his head just so, capturing the tip of Kakarot’s tongue with his teeth, nipping hard enough to draw blood. The taste reminded him again of what still remained to be done, especially when Kakarot moaned, giving the dominance immediately to Vegeta, but still participating eagerly, his tail ruffling royal fur. As his blood was drawn he started to purr huskily.

Vegeta pulled back, examined Kakarot’s face. He coiled his tail around Kakarot’s, teasing and stroking. He started feathering tiny kisses over his eyes and along his jaw. His own eyes filled with tears he refused to shed, as he refused, for the moment, to submit to the inevitable. My little scrap of a Saiyan… your life is about to be turned completely upside down. It is time you became Master… completely my master, little one. I do not think you will ever even attempt to dominate, but we must bond… and you must be the Master, little Scrap.

Goku clung to Vegeta as if his life depended on it, trying hard to draw breaths. His arousal rubbed maddeningly against Vegeta. “Mmmmmh… ‘Geta... M…” Almost, he said ‘Master,’ but bit back at the last minute, instead rubbing against the prince’s spandex-clad thigh, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in his groin.

Vegeta spoke, murmuring against Kakarot’s throat, “I have to thank you.” His tail slipped between their bodies, coiling and curling against Kakarot’s groin for a moment, then slipped up to brush lightly against his face. Vegeta nipped Kakarot’s throat gently, almost a warning.

Goku’s breath hitched at the warning nip and the brushing of softest fur up his body. Swallowing hard, he held completely still. “Thank me for what...?”

“I would be.... Nappa’s... now, if not for you.” He closed his eyes, knowing what must be done now. “I…” He trailed his tongue across Kakarot’s throat, nipping, sucking, licking. “What payment shall I give you?”

Goku’s eyes widened slightly at that, he’d almost already forgotten about the whole ordeal. Unconsciously, he bared his throat to the demanding licks and nips of the prince. “Payment? I… would have done anything you asked of me…” He didn’t really even understand the concept.

Vegeta pulled away, completely shocked. He should have demanded me! “You... want... nothing?”

Goku looked to the floor shyly, cheeks reddening. What I want, I don’t dare ask for.

“I…” Vegeta sighed, looked down. I have to tell him… His tail wound around Kakarot’s waist, pulling him closer. “I have no choice, Kakarot. You... were not raised Saiyan. I am the Prince, and I have no choice.”

Goku looked up, suddenly scared at the seriousness in Vegeta’s voice. He didn’t resist being drawn closer though. “What.. what does that mean?” he asked in a small voice.

“You won, Kakarot. I have no choice.” He tipped his head back, keeping his eyes closed. His body was tense, unhappy. Now that it comes down to it, I find I do not want to do it this way. I hate irony. “Just... do it.”

Goku, now completely confused, looked at Vegeta, dazed. “Do what?”

Vegeta answered tightly, “Claim me. It is your right. You won.” I gave myself to him last night. What else does he think I mean? What else could I be offering? He has studied with the children, surely they covered that? This ritual has only been the talk of the planet the last few months. His tail slipped from Kakarot’s waist to wrap tightly around his own. There was a thud when the whip he was toying with dropped to the floor, his hands clenched in fists at his sides. “Just, do it. Get it over with. Claim me. ”

Goku shook his head determinedly, stepping back, then kneeling down and bowing his head to the prince. “I couldn’t. I wouldn’t know what to do even if I wanted to. I’m not like Nappa.”

Vegeta couldn’t move for a moment. His eyes opened slowly, focusing on the kneeling Saiyan before him. “You… refuse?”

Goku bowed his head deeper. “I’m sorry. I know I’m a disgrace to the Saiyan race.”

Vegeta, still in shock, barely managed to whisper, “You refuse to claim me? You refuse? I.... Why?”

Goku looked up. “How could I? You obviously don’t want me to - look at your body - it says it loud and clear. I could never force myself onto another. Especially not someone I l… especially not you” His voice faded into embarrassed silence, cheeks reddening again and eyes looking to the floor.

“It doesn’t matter what I want, Kakarot. You must do this.” Vegeta reached out. “I... you... Oh, hell.” He dropped his hand, disgusted with himself. “Just claim me, already.” He waited, Kakarot didn’t move. Suddenly he remembered the boy saying he wouldn’t know what to do. “All you have to do is bite me, here,” he pointed, “hard enough to draw blood. Just do it. Now.”

Goku, looking more and more scared by Vegeta’s odd behavior, backed away. “But I can’t! You’re my master. I can’t claim you!”

Vegeta, almost wailing as he felt his plan fail, cried, “Kakarot, you must!”

“WHY? I... I CAN’T!” The boy was almost crying. “Why can’t you just claim me?”

Vegeta sat back, trying to remind himself that Kakarot had been a slave his entire life. He managed to remind himself the baka knew nothing of his people, and needed this explained. He calmed slightly, and realized he needed to explain in terms the boy would understand. “Kakarot, my father... sold me. When you won... I became…” his voice choked, “your prize. I am... yours... to do with as you will. I told you the winner would claim me as mate. I am yours to claim.”

Kakarot was very quiet as he considered that. “But I don’t want that!” He looked up and straight into Vegeta’s eyes, a flush coloring his cheeks. “I’d rather be yours!”

Vegeta began to panic, knowing his father was going to be coming to check on him. If I have no mark.... No! I will not go through that again! I can’t! I can’t! Kakarot must claim me! He must! “Kakarot... I can’t! I can’t... you must claim me, please!” His scouter blipped, he grabbed it, listened a moment. His face paled as he replied. The scouter was thrown across the room, shattering against the wall. “It’s... too late.”

Goku looked at the prince, scared, feeling like he’d failed him. “What?”

Vegeta slumped. “My father is coming. He will see that my champion hasn’t marked me. The champion is supposed to claim me. I... I... It is the way of our people, Kakarot.” His voice is distant as he explains, too late. “I was given away, I cannot claim my champion, I must be claimed. If there is no mark... your fight was for nothing. I will... be... a prize... for another. And you... Who claimed only my body and refused to mark me... will not be allowed to participate again.” He sighed, sagging into his chair. “My father will win after all. No one will go against his will this time.”

Goku looked at Vegeta anxiously, trying to make up his mind, “But, why can’t you just fight?” He didn’t know why his master, who was so very strong, wouldn’t fight.

“Do you think I wouldn’t? I tried, Kakarot! My father has drug me back to this planet more times than I care to remember, beaten me until I was half-dead because I ran! I’ve killed my fellow Saiyans trying to escape this fate. My father had me drugged well before the trial, I almost wasn’t able to have you for my champion... and you have refused to claim me.” He shook his head, the royal features showing utter despair for the first time.

Goku looked away. “It’s not that I don’t want you. I just don’t want to force you.” Slowly, he edged closer.

Vegeta, laughing and crying at the same time, told him, “I’ve made my choice, Kakarot. I made my choice when I pulled you from that cage, when I made sure you would be trained. When I decided to ask you to be my champion, rather than just telling you to fight. Do you think I didn’t know that you would have to claim me if you won? No.” He shook his head bitterly, rising to face his chosen. “I knew. And I’d much rather be claimed by you than anyone else. It’s just... I had always dreamed that I would be able to escape, that I would be able to make my own claim. But I couldn’t... so I can’t make the claim. Please Kakarot. Do it now. Before... before he comes.”

Goku edged closer still, finally ending up by Vegeta’s feet, looking at him with a glint in his eye. “No. No. You are not meant to be dominated. It would break you and you’re not meant to be broken. I couldn’t do this to you. I want you, Vegeta, but, I want my master... I will fight for you! We can do it. We can get away.”

Vegeta sighed. I do not know how to explain this! I chose him. I told him I chose him… why doesn’t he understand that? “Kakarot. I have been trying to escape since I was fourteen years old. I’m 25 now. I’m strong, the strongest on this planet. And I’d say you run a very close second. But I want this.” His tail loosens, brushes gently across Kakarot’s face, a faint musk in the air. “You need only bite me. I can return the claim later, but I cannot until my father has seen that I am claimed - and you aren’t.” He sighed, hating himself for what he realized he must do next. He begged. “Please, Scrap. Do this for me. I want you to. ”

Goku tried to resist the urge, but his eyes had been fixed on Vegeta’s claim-spot ever since this started, a guttural voice deep inside him coming to life, telling him of sweet red blood running so close under the skin. My master ordered me to do it, how can I refuse? I must do... what my master orders. Slowly getting up, he stood close to Vegeta, his tail lashing as he picked up the prince’s scents of blood and sweat and one more, something promising, arousing. “I… If you order me to do it, I will,” he finally said.

“I order you to do this. Mark me, Kakarot.” Vegeta laughed, hysteria mixed with relief. “I’ll claim you as soon as my father leaves!”

“As you wish, Master.” He leaned closer, tail waving agitatedly, a low purr rumbling in his chest. He nuzzled Vegeta’s skin, licking it, savoring the taste.

Vegeta tipped his head back, allowing more access once again. His tail twined around Kakarot’s throat, the end brushing against his cheek. “Yes. Right there.”

Goku opened his mouth, sharp canines showing as he settled over the right spot, his own tail lashing more furiously. He felt the pounding of blood right beneath the surface, calling him, calling him…. Without realizing it, he gripped Vegeta’s shoulders, holding him still, then his last strain of self-discipline was snatched away by the brush of fur against his throat. He suddenly clamped down, sinking his teeth deeply into royal skin and thirstily drinking the upwelling dark red blood.

Vegeta winced as his skin was pierced, his arms wrapping around Kakarot, pulling him up, closer. One hand fastened on the lashing tail, fingers stroking the base. He had to fight the urge to sink his own fangs into Kakarot’s neck... Not now, not yet! It is not time, not time! “Thank you… little Scrap.”

Vegeta no Ou walked in, not bothering to knock. “Oh, dammit all!” His plans were hastily reordered when Kakarot turned to face him, bloody mouth snarling, tail lashing angrily as he readied himself for a battle to protect his mate. Instinct had taken over, he wasn’t seeing the king, but a threat to his mate.

“I see you actually got that slave to claim you, Vegeta. How long will such a weak claim hold, do you think?” His mocking laugh remained as he left, the horrified shock in his son’s eyes enough for him.

Author’s Note: That’s the end, peoples. No more of it. All done. And yes, I know perfectly well it begs for a sequel of some sort. Inquire of the muses… if you can find them. I am not making any promises. (and er, yeah… that pathetic excuse for a fight scene is mine…)