Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A tiny twist in time ❯ Coming Together ( Chapter 15 )

        “Saiyans? Not Vegeta and Nappa?” Zarbon looked away from the mass of paperwork he was tending. “Who are they, then?”         “Turles, and one he called King Kakarot.”         “King Kakarot?” Zarbon chuckled. “I doubt Vegeta will care to hear that. Show them in.” It was a matter of minutes, during which he summoned Brolli and arranged himself and his pet in the way most likely to irritate any Saiyan. He took the throne, with Brolli kneeling by his feet. He ran his hand through the Saiyan’s hair as the two new ones entered the room, prompting a soft purr from his pet.         The two could almost be identical twins. One was clearly older, however, and for some reason acting submissive to the younger. He pulled Brolli up to sit on his lap, smiling slightly as the young man curled happily against him and the older of his guests growled. “So, which of you claims to be the King of the Saiyans?”         “I am King Kakarot.” The younger Saiyan stepped forward, curiously regarding the purring Saiyan in his lap. “I became king when Vegeta died.”         So, Vegeta was dead. No doubt Nappa was too. And Kakarot…. Ah, yes. “You would be Raditz’ younger brother.”         “Yes.”         “Which means you are no relation to Vegeta, so how did you come to be king?”         “Saiyan custom,” growled Turles.         “And you are?”         “Turles is my mate,” Kakarot answered, effectively silencing the older man as he opened his mouth. “Are you Brolli’s mate?”         “His mate?” Zarbon blinked, looking down at his lapful of happily purring Saiyan, and back to the Saiyan’s odd king. “He is my pet. What made you think he is my mate?”         “You’ve marked him according to Saiyan custom.”         Belatedly, Zarbon remembered what he’d been told about mated Saiyans. He had inadvertently mated with the blasted monkey, which would explain why he was so very loathe to give him up. Saiyan bondings were tricky things. “Have I?”         “Brolli, is that creature your mate?” the older Saiyan snapped.         Brolli’s purr stuttered a moment, but the young Saiyan only curled closer, not answering. Turles took a threatening step closer, tail bristling, only to be shot down by his king. “It’s perfectly fine if they’re mated, Turles.”         “It is?” Zarbon’s startled tone matched Turles’.         “Sure. He’s more likely to be ally than enemy if he’s got a Saiyan for a mate. Strong allies are a good thing, and Brolli is stronger than he is.”         “You can tell that just by looking?” Turles sneered.         “Uh-hu.” Kakarot turned his attention back to Zarbon, his stance becoming a bit less open, a bit more predatory. “I heard Brolli killed Frieza?”         “Yes.”         “Good, then I won’t have to.”         Zarbon regarded the king with amused distain that changed to a slight caution. Brolli had been capable of transforming. Vegeta had said only one Saiyan was capable, but the little prince had been ill-taught of his people’s customs and history, and unwilling to learn what Zarbon discovered about them. Perhaps this king was able to transform as well? “You seek an alliance with me then.”         “Yes.” Kakarot motioned towards Brolli and Turles. “We are all that remain of our race, true, but you are aware of our power and our potential.”         “I am.”         “It’s entirely likely that Brolli could bear your children….” Kakarot went on, but Zarbon’s brain had shut down. Brolli could… his? He could have? What?         “Brolli is male.” Kakarot blinked at the interruption, then grinned, nodding.         “Saiyans are funny like that. We don’t die out easy,” Turles spat. “He could be pregnant with your kid right now.”         Brolli could get pregnant. Brolli could be pregnant. His hand dropped to stroke over the smooth stomach, and his own roiled as he remembered the rapes his pet had undergone. Brolli could be pregnant, and it might not be his. Or Jeice’s. “How would you know?”         Kakarot tipped his head, focusing on Brolli. Brolli shifted to look at him, a puzzled look of not-quite-recognition coming to his face. Kakarot smiled at him. “You aren’t. Your ki is solid, there’s no sign of another’s mixed with it.”         Brolli turned back to Zarbon, whining softly as he shifted closer. His tail looped around Zarbon’s leg, and arm sliding up around the man’s neck. Zarbon dipped his head, granting his pet the kiss he desired. The reprieve from Brolli’s punishment was welcome to them both. He had missed playing with the boy, had missed the eager affection the youth gave so freely. He looked up to see a spark of hunger in the Saiyan king’s eyes, and disgust on his mate’s face.         “We could possibly reach an alliance agreement,” he decided.           Kakarot noticed what his mate didn’t: just how comfortable Brolli was with Zarbon. The young Saiyan wasn’t acting: he enjoyed being so close to the pretty older male, being petted and shown off. From the way the boy cuddled, he’d been deprived of Zarbon’s affections for some time, and was desperate to make up that time. Kakarot knew the other Saiyan had been taken as a slave, and that he had killed Frieza. He’d his own theory about that, and the comfort level between the two seemed to confirm it.         He shot a quick, wistful look at his own mate. They had no such comfort level. In spite of his wish, and the time it had taken to finally find and meet with Zarbon, their relationship had done little beyond become more physically pleasing. Kakarot envied Brolli the easy familiarity that allowed him to cuddle and be cuddled, envied his ability to be loved and trusted.         Because it was clear that Zarbon trusted the youth. Sharp teeth were constantly at his neck, but Kakarot knew Zarbon believed Brolli would never do more than nip. His tail would loop Zarbon’s neck, and the older man had no fear that he would be strangled. He shot another quick look at his growling mate. Turles might trust him like that, but he knew not to trust Turles that way. The older Saiyan was far too aggressive, and too much a sadist. Turles didn’t hurt him so often as he once had, physically, but his words wounded Kakarot more – and he was never shy about telling when Kakarot had done something stupid. His wish to be better hadn’t been all encompassing, unfortunately, and Turles had taken to making sure he knew it.         He studied their potential ally as he considered his relationship. Zarbon was pretty, almost feminine, a far cry from the rougher Turles. He seemed delicate, with his prettiness and his jewels, but Kakarot had no doubts that the pretty man could easily best his mate in a contest of strength. He was stronger than Zarbon, even with his augmented power level – either it was augmented or Zarbon was pregnant, and that was doubtful since Brolli was so clearly submissive – but Brolli was stronger than them all combined. Kakarot hoped Turles would keep his calm over the course of the –         Food? His nose twitched. Yep, food. Something that smelled yummy. Brolli had taken an interest in sniffing the air as well, an expression of delight on his face. Zarbon’s expression of indulgence indicated that whatever delicious smelling stuff was coming would be a treat his mate enjoyed. Behind him, even Turles looked like he was anticipating a treat. Was the dish something that had been served on Vegeta-sei, to make the two Saiyan-raised Saiyans so pleased?         “Eh, Zarbon? We gotta problem.” Kakarot turned back to see a stunning fall of white hair, pretty much all he could see of the speaker whose back was to him. Zarbon looked grim when the other man turned to face the assembly, and Brolli was clinging to Zarbon with enough strength to leave bruises. He watched as Zarbon soothed the boy – and wasn’t Brolli his age, not younger? – and settled himself at the head of the table the nummy smells came from.         The white-haired, orange-skinned man sat next to him. To his surprise, Brolli sank happily to a cushion between them, and while he leaned more towards Zarbon, he was equally affectionate with the other. “Be seated. Jeice has brought news, and if we are to be allies, it must be decided soon. King Kold is arriving earlier than expected.”         They sat. They ate. They talked. Turles walked off in a huff. Kakarot stared after him, but remained seated. “The idea does not offend you?”         Kakarot sighed. “I’m the Saiyan king. I knew this might be a possibility, but I was kinda hoping for the kill the bad guy version of allies instead.” He turned his attention from the door to Zarbon. “You’re pretty, you’re strong, and the alliance would be good for both of us. However, Brolli is your first mate, just as Turles is mine. We’d be secondary mates to each other, even though I’m the King of the Saiyans and you are…” He frowned. “Come to think of it, what are you? I know you took over from Frieza, but you were his lieutenant, not his heir, right?”         Zarbon looked pained, and turned his attention to a nuzzling Brolli. It was Jeice who answered. “Zarbon wasn’t a lieutenant. He was Frieza’s general, his second-in-command. He was also the lizard’s favorite lover, and one of his lesser mates. So, technically, yeah, Lord Zarbon is Frieza’s heir.”         “And you?”         “Me? I’m Jeice, with the Ginyu Force.” Zarbon kicked him. “OW! Okay, okay. I’m also one of Zarbon’s lovers, but the kid there is his favorite.”         “You aren’t mates?”         Jeice turned a questioning look to Zarbon, who ignored him. “Not by the ways of my people, no. Dunno about his.”         “No.”         “Not by his, either.”         “A favored lover?” Kakarot asked, mind racing with possibilities.         “Yeah, I suppose.”         “So, technically, you would be a prime secondary mate to the both of us.”         Jeice fell out of his chair. Zarbon looked to Kakarot, an arrested expression on his face. “An alliance by a secondary marriage?”         “A triple secondary marriage, if you’re also willing to share your first mate with mine.”         Brolli squeaked.           “YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?!” Turles roared two hours later, when Kakarot informed him of the arrangements made after he’d walked out.