Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Ai no Kakarotto ❯ Encounter ( Chapter 1 )

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Chapter one: Encounter

"Ouji-Sama you are expected to make an appearance for the council in the northern lands," said the Ouji's guard, Raditz. He had the privilege to tend to the Ouji's care and training since the prince's birth. The Elite's strength is unrivaled.

"Hmph, I have better things to do than to see a rancid pack of fools. Send Nappa, he'll do well enough for show." The prince commanded.

"But Ouji-sama, it is your father's bidding." Raditz insisted.

"Raditz," admonished the prince with murder in his eyes. The tall Elite only bowed and retreated, leaving his prince with only me in the room.

Vegeta; it is said that he is the strongest son Vegeta-sei has seen…ever since the Legendary. Still he is different than most. Shorter than the average Elite, and much shorter than any member of the Royal family, including women. But his strength is so vast, that no one dares to even think of it fearing his wrath. Maybe that is why he took to liking me, I taunt him about it all the time, he tells me often that I am the only one ever to dare speak to him the way I do, that he should just kill me and be done with me, sometimes I wish he would…but he does not.

In every other aspect he is a replica of his father Vegita no Ou, only stronger, again only rumors but in this case, the rumors are well founded.

Handsome he is, very handsome indeed, beautiful many say, but cold, colder than anyone I have ever known. Maybe it is because the gene runs so strong in him … who knows? Certainly not I. Cruel…ah, yes let me not forget how cruel he can be, how arrogant, prideful and egotistic.

At least that is what I thought all my life, that is what I was told and what I believed. Now I am not so sure.

This is the story on how we met, on how I became or should I say `we' became so engrossed into one another, so…attached…so obsessed. Even though I do not want to admit it to him, I cannot not lie to myself… I am obsessed with him.

I love him I hate him I desire and feel repulsed by him all at once. It has been three years since that fateful day, since the day he defeated me, broke my pride and made me his. I still remember it and every minute ever since as if it was yesterday.

I have come to accept my fate, not as the savior of our race and the concluder of the "classes" as I was told I was born to do, but as his…obsession, for that is what I am; nothing more. How long will I continue like this? I do not know. But when it ends, if he does not kill me he will leave a hole in my heart, both from hate and love… yes love. Because, I Kakarotto, son of Bardock, third class filth, love the object of all my pain and suffering… all of "our" pain and suffering… our race that is. I hate him and I hate myself for these feelings. Can you even grasp how it is to feel all this contradictory emotions for one person… all at once?

Now looking at him from across the room, into his eyes, eyes that make me burn every time they set on me, it all comes back, and suddenly I feel the need to tell my tale, to someone… anyone who would listen.

Three years before:

"Kakarotto, promise me you won't do anything stupid," my father Bardock said over his bottle. That is all he ever did now a days… it was a wonder actually that he was not passed out cold from the drink.

"I won't do anything stupid, considering that we have the same standards on the matter."

"Shut your sharp mouth, you know exactly what I mean."

"And you stayed sober long enough just to tell me that?… father just get wasted, I like you a lot better that way."

"Kakarotto, I know what you're planning to do, I heard you talk to your good for nothing friends. Believe me it's been tried, many times, not only by us, but by second and first class' as well, and no one… no one has succeeded; no one ever will. So just take this idiotic idea out of that hard head of yours and worry about where your next meal is coming from like the rest of us do."

"Or your next drink." I said to him nodding towards his bottle. I love my father, don't get me wrong and if I had known that would be the last time I'd speak to him in a while, I would have said as much,

I was seventeen years old and he still treated me like a child.

I was no child; I was the leader of a gang, and the youngest member of it. None of my friends even remembered their parents; whether they were taken, killed or whatever they just didn't know; and didn't care. So they looked up to me saying that I was mature beyond my years. And I was. I felt like the adult sometimes, responsible for them… for my father.

"Hmph." He continued, sipping his bottle looking at me suspiciously. "Don't do it Kakarotto you'll be killed, not only killed but who knows what sort of tortures they'll put you through."

"If it means our freedom, so be it… is worth it."

"Don't you understand? We'll never be free, even if you kill the Ou and the Ouji someone else will take their place, and that someone might be much worse." The emotion on my father's eyes almost made me doubt myself… Almost.

"Worst than the Royals…I doubt it."

"We'll never be free no matter who reigns."

"I'm going." I said walking to the door; he kept looking at me, reproaching. Couldn't he just be proud of me? Of what I wanted to do, I am strong, very strong, I can defend myself … I had a tail you know, but every time it grows back my father cuts it saying that is better that way. When I was small I hated him for it, having a tail meant second, first class. Mine was longer which meant Elite. I could never understand why my father was hiding me, why he made me live in the gutters of hell, to rummage for food, live with the shame of being a nobody. I don't care anymore, I am not ashamed of who I am, maybe this is my destiny, maybe there is something I must do that requires me to suffer so.

"Where?" he asked

"Out."

"Kakarotto… be careful." And as he said this I went out the door, perhaps never to return. He knew it, he knew I would do it and no matter what he said or did, he could not stop me.

…My plan you ask?

I am going to kill the Ou the Ouji and the only fucking Elite strong enough to take their place and pose a real threat to us… Raditz.

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Why can't Vegeta see his place? Act his part as the Prince of our great race, he's always been difficult, but ever since he took on that filthy third class as his he's become a different man, thought Raditz as he made his way to brief Nappa on his new assignment.

Vegeta is not the cruel, cold, calculating warrior he was; he's become soft, biding to the every wish of the dirty slave. Little by little the bastard has changed Vegeta into the love stricken fool he is today. First he put his mark on the pet, his Royal seal on the third class's thigh, then gave him his own quarters, giving him every comfort, every commodity and even every craving. If Kakarotto wants something, Vegeta would tear the stars from the heavens to accommodate him. If Kakarotto wants to see the prince, Vegeta would come running, no matter where he was or what he was doing, unknown to the pet, but there nonetheless.

On one occasion Kakarotto even mentioned that he thought the household slaves should have a day off, and Vegeta promptly ordered every slave in his wing not to work for one full day, making me, Raditz, Elite royal guard run his errands. Of course I wouldn't have minded had the situation been different, but… Why? Why does It bothers me to no end how lenient Vegeta is with that bastard, the fact that he is a third class is a disgrace, and the fact the he regards him more than he does me, who has been at his side since he was born, drives me insane. And also the fact that ... I cannot think of that right now, what's the use, Kakarotto will always be a filthy third class to me no matter what.

It all started three years ago, the day Vegeta turned to adulthood, the day he set eyes on that filth… on Kakarotto.

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Three years before:

"Kuso…you got lucky I was distracted," yelled Vegeta getting out of the way almost in time to evade my Ki attack…almost. He winced rubbing his upper arm, where the Ki ball hit him

"You're full of excuses Vegeta," I said coming to help the purpose of my life to his feet. We've been at it for hours, but Vegeta didn't seem like he wanted to stop. He pushed himself harder and harder every day; I could hardly keep up with him anymore, the fact that I hit him made me very proud.

The prince slapped my hand away, jumping to his feet reassuming his fighting stance.

"Aren't you tired Vegeta?" I asked him feeling the strain on my muscles, I must be getting old, I could hardly keep up with him… Hmph, no, not old, I was only thirty-five standard years. It was only that I didn't feel like fighting him anymore, that part of our training was over with. The young prince had already surpassed me a long time ago.

…Has it been that long already… twenty years? Since I was assigned to watch over the newborn Ouji. No one understood why the Ou would assign a fifteen-year-old Elite to watch over the next King… but I knew… I sold my soul to the devil in order to achieve my goals.

Becoming the Ou's play thing in order to get what I wanted seemed like nothing to me at the time, but now… now that I feel this way about Vegeta, every time his father touches me, it feels as if I am betraying the thing I desire most.

"No fool… fight me!!" he snapped at me already lunging to pound me even though I am twice his size.

Today was Vegeta's twentieth birthday, the turning of adulthood, after this day he would have the right to challenge his father for the throne. It was a little disappointing to me that the prince didn't seem to be interested in doing it just yet. We've discussed it quite a few times, always ending in an argument. Vegeta is very difficult and get annoyed rather quickly; he usually lunged at me saying that just because I was his personal guard, it didn't mean that I could mind his business… so we would fight. It seemed to me that… that was my only business with the prince as far as Vegeta was concerned.

Didn't he know how much I cared, how much I was willing to endure? The fact is, that I was falling for him… falling hard, everything about the man turned me on, the way he walked, his voice, his fighting style… everything. I was willing to eat dirt if he asked me to. I've even insinuated my feelings on several occasions. Whether Vegeta didn't noticed, ignored it or simply didn't care I did not know.

How pathetic I have become, that I had to look for the smallest compliments, which were few and far between, to tell myself that I was needed, wanted… liked.

A kick in the gut brought me back to reality, I blocked the next series of attacks wondering vaguely when will the prince get tired, when would he get ready for his dinner party.

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Every Elite in power was here, the coming of adulthood of Vegeta-Ouji. The king was offering a banquet, much to the prince's protest. Vegeta thought the counsel were a pack of fools and should be fed to the dogs. Of course that is what he thought of pretty much everything. Violence was actually a turn on to the young Ouji; he got quite aroused watching Saiyans being tortured.

He would literally send Elite guards in search for third class just for that. He would throw such rage tantrums if the guards came back empty handed.

He had no sexual desires that I knew of, females were very scarce, only reserved for the royal family and for the top ranking Elites; I of course did not care for those petty affairs but couldn't avoid them at times. There were also some females reserved for the only task to breed the next king; Vegeta would have to take them when the time came. There were also the ones reserved to breed with the first class, those were the ones no longer fit to pleasure the upper classes.

The King had literally thrown countless females at the prince's feet, only to have Vegeta either refuse them or have me, Raditz, his royal guard, his trainer fuck their brains out for him to watch. In the few times that I refused he would simply get others to do it, or just torture them and send their tattered bodies back to the king. Of course I would get a sound beating for refusing but I much rather have his fist on me than those filthy whores. I do enjoy him watching me though; I yearn to see those obsidian glassy eyes full of lust, desire.

I spend almost every waking hour with the Ouji and the ones that I do not is only because he is attending meetings with the king, even on my time off I would rather stick around in case Vegeta needed me. If you call me a fool I would say I agree; if you call me weak I would say thank you very much; but unfortunately this was my reality.

"Vegeta, there's the prime minister of the western lands with his daughter." I said non-challantly. The old fool always sought to parade his daughter around Vegeta and the Ou with the hopes to have her chosen to mate with the prince and become the next Queen of Vegeta-sei.

"Hmph, why do you think I care?" he asked annoyed, of course I knew he did not care.

"I am merely doing my job."

"Your job is to keep you mouth shut and only speak when I give you leave."

"Sorry."

"Hmph."

"Shall I send the guards out tonight?" I added looking to redeem myself for my stupidity.

"No," he responded, which was sort of strange, he never passed the opportunity of a good show,

"I thought tonight I'd have you entertain me." I cringed, if only that meant what I wanted it to, but he would just probably get a couple of women or men from the keep and have me do who knows what perverted things to them.

"Let's leave." He was already walking towards the exit and I followed close behind.

"Vegeta you shouldn't leave yet, this is your party after all." I tried to reason with him; of course he ignored me and kept on walking. We took the elevator to the bottom floor, I didn't understand, we lived in this building, we hardly ever left it, so where were we going? I knew better than to ask, I'll find out sooner or later, no point on getting him worked up. We got to the main floor; I followed him out the building into the streets.

"No guards?" I asked a bit concerned, as strong as he is it is not wise to roam by ourselves.

"What do I have you for?" he frowned.

"Where are we going?" curiosity got the better of me.

"To fetch my birthday gift." He answered smirking maliciously.

"To the slums!?" I asked baffled He smirked again. "We can have the guards do it, there's no need for you to bother with it," I reasoned.

"That's the best part fool, as of tonight I am an adult… I should start acting like one." His eyes dark, it scared me a little, "From now on, I'm hunting my own toys."

All of the sudden I heard a roar, I saw a blur coming out of nowhere and I felt a blow to my groin that made me double in pain. I fell to the ground, my vision clouded. I heard the throes of a fight, fists against flesh. Who would be so fucking stupid to pick a fight with the strongest being on this planet? I got up slowly, the pain still very acute, then I heard a roar, not from my prince but from someone that sounded much younger.

"I' m going to send you to hell!!!" the young voice said. I opened my eyes to witness this young… boy fighting my prince, holding himself rather well for someone so young. Noticing he had no tail, meaning he was third class. My eyes went wide… impossible they didn't come this strong. Vegeta's own long tail was twitching back and forth wildly; rarely I had I ever seen his tail unwind from his waist. I looked on fascinated. Vegeta's eyes had this gleam to them that I have never seen.

My prince was sweating; he was actually sweating and smiling like a child, I couldn't even move, the pain forgotten but the amazement and the… jealousy prevented me from it.

It went on for a few more minutes; Vegeta started laughing like a maniac, with a kick to the gut he sent the young boy crushing through a wall, the prince dashed so fast not giving the third class a chance to even breathe. Apparently Vegeta got tired of playing and was going to teach this insolent piece of garbage a lesson.

I braced myself for the Ki attack that was soon to follow… it never came, with a series of vicious blows he rendered the kid unconscious, he turned to me panting, a satisfied look on his face.

"Hmph… and you wanted to stay up there." He smirked, then turned to the boy picking him up.

"Vegeta no!!" I finally came out my trance; there is no way I would let him touch that filthy third class, even if they just fought, "I'll carry him," he ignored me picking up the heap on the ground, his tail slowly wrapped back around his waist.

"He's my prey," he barked at me, "I guess we didn't have to go the slum after all, the slums came to us." I shut my mouth and followed him back into the building, once back into the elevator I could smell the slump on the boy, the decadence of the place he came from, I had to put a hand on my mouth to keep me from vomiting. Vegeta seemed unaffected by this.

We got to Vegeta's rooms, I followed him into the bathrooms that were always ready for him, I watch him deposit the unconscious body on the floor and he looked up.

"You're dismissed." He said and promptly bent to take off the tatters the boy was wearing. I could not believe what I was witnessing, that he would bring the third class to his room was unbelievable in itself, but that he was acting this way was simply too much to even think about.

"But Vegeta…" I countered, "He might come around, who knows what he'll do." Of course I knew the boy was no match for my prince but I really didn't want to leave him alone with him, he looked at me. What was that I saw… lust?

"Fine" I muted, living very disturbed.

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"Where the fuck am I?" I whined out loud, my head felt as if it was going to burst, I couldn't even move the rest of my body.

I was on a bed, naked. I tried to get up but my body was adamant about letting its discomfort known. I groaned, and that is when I heard that deep-throated chuckle for the first time, the one that in the months and years to follow I would learn to know well.

I snapped my head towards the noise wincing as it almost split in two from the pain. Then I saw him, the prince of all Saiyans sitting on a throne like chair; his legs were crossed and his arms rested lazily on its arms.

I locked my eyes to his. I should have been scared, I was not. Instead I was infuriated, that he would mock me so.

"I see you decided to wake up." he said, his voice was deep and sensuous; I smacked myself inwardly for having such thoughts.

"Where am I?" I asked again. "What am I doing here?" I demanded, thinking that if I was going to die I would do so with honor. I will not show fear to this… this bastard.

"Hmph, I suppose you know who I am," he continued ignoring my questions. "Other wise I don't see why you'd try to kill me."

"Yeah I know who you are Vegeta… Sama" the honorific as an afterthought on purpose.

"Then I see no reason for you to demand anything," he got up from the chair, his tail slowly uncoiling from his waist, I stared hypnotized at it, I have never seen such long appendage, it must be as long as he is tall or longer, it was the lightest shade of brown, almost golden. He walked to me slowly almost cat like.

"What are you going to do to me?" I tried to sound menacing but instead I sounded like a scared brat.

"I defeated you in fair combat," he purred, he was on the bed now and I was crawling away from him, "I can do with you whatever I want," his hand came to rest on my check, his lips almost touching mine. "Not that I need any permission," his lips gazing my jaw, his tongue darted to lick my eyelid, "but I am a man of honor, thus I will give you a choice." He nipped the tip of my nose, it was becoming very difficult to breathe, suddenly he pushed me back one leg between my thigh its knee rubbing my sex under the sheet, his mouth came down to mine almost savagely, his tongue darted out trying to part my closed lips, his gloved hand running up and down my thigh, I was dizzy, his lips, leg and tongue were making me feel alien sensations. To my body, but my mind refused to believe this, refused to acknowledge the pleasure. With all the little will I had left I brought both my hands to his chest and pushed him off me, he fell hard on the floor,

I ready myself for the onslaught, for the blow that would bring my pathetic life to an end; instead he only got up and started chuckling just like before.

"You will remain here as my pet and do whatever I wish until you can defeat me in combat, or I will kill you right now, very, very painfully for trying to assassinate me. The choice is yours third class," he was on me in an instant, his lips once again touching mine "…baka."

We kissed again, this time I kissed back, I hated myself for it but I wanted it, my only consolation was that no one I knew could see me like this… my friends… my father. I broke the kiss my eyes locked to his.

"What will you do when I win?" he seemed to think about it for a moment, then started laughing. "What's so funny?" my anger getting the better of me.

"If you do win… which I doubt, I don't think you'll have to worry about me, I most likely be dead, but if I'm not I will let you go. In fact, I will let you go a wealthy man." It was my turn to think about it

"You will not break your promise?" I asked skeptical.

"Like I said I am a man of honor."

"Fine, but I plan in defeating you very soon."

"Stand against that wall." He snapped changing the subject; I guess he could not wait to humiliate me any longer. I complied. "Now… let's take a look at this body of yours."

I looked the other way, ashamed of what I was about to allow him to do.

"How can a filthy third class be so… so beautiful." I felt his hands moving over my body, his tongue on my nipple. "How old are you?" purred words against my skin.

"Seventeen." I answered weakly.

"So young… so intoxicating. I will enjoy you so much" I felt his teeth piercing the nipple, I felt the blood tickled down, his tongue lapping it away.

"I'm not some toy you can do whatever you want with." The room was going round and round, there it was again that mocking chuckle of his.

"I do not require your permission to touch you… you are mine." He whispered coming up to my ear, capturing the lobe in his mouth, biting it deliciously, running his gloved hand over my stomach down to my hardened member, grabbing it and squeezing it painfully, I shut my eyes, hating the way he made me feel, I never in my seventeen years been touched this way, he ran his tongue down my neck to my collar bone and up the other side to bite my other lobe, his hand was now stroking me, up and down, slowly, bringing me into a world of sensations I did not know.

"What are you doing?" I whispered almost out of breath, "at least take off your gloves, you're hurting me." I said sounding more pleased than I wanted to admit.

"I really don't care… I'm not putting my hands on your filthy skin." He said between bites on my neck.

"I'm worthy of your mouth, but not your hands?" my vision almost clouded by the pleasure I felt. How can I feel this way, how can this beast I hate make me feel this? He was looking into my eyes now.

"Get on your knees," he commanded. I stood there, returning his gaze. I will not do it; I will not kneel to him. He shot his foot tripping my legs and I fell to my knees in front of him, he smirked and grabbed me by the hair pulling my head back, bringing his lips to almost touch mine, I could feel his hot breath on my face.

"What you are worthy of is my decision and my decision alone," he ran his tongue over my lips making me shudder. "Suck me" Breathed words against my lips.

"What?" I asked dazed, he stood straight and pushed my head rubbing my face against his sex, even with all my inexperience I understood that, he sought to humiliate me, but I won't let him. I will bide my time until I find the chance I need to send him to hell. I took the waistband of his pants and pulled them down slowly, freeing his aroused shaft, the smell was intoxicating, it was making me dizzy with yearning, God every time I think of it I want to drop to my knees and do what I did then. I ran my tongue over the tip, licking the pearly juice that oozed down his length, I pulled away as I heard him give a sharp hiss only to have him push my head forward and rub his dick on my face, I took the entire length this time and I lost it, bobbing my head in time with his thrusting hips, a loud moan escaped from deep within his throat… or mine, if I couldn't kill him just yet I was going to make him crave me, need me… love me. God this was good, so good that I felt I couldn't get enough of it, I was sucking so hard that I was sure I was hurting him, his loud moans only fueled me more, I grabbed my own shaft with one hand pulling up and down in sync with my bobbing head, massaging his balls with the other, pulling lightly, he was screaming now, pulling my hair painfully to keep me from going anywhere, I felt him stiffen, heard him roar and at last tasted his hot seed as it shot into my mouth. His legs gave out making him fall on me, at the same time the door flew open to display a ready to kill Raditz.

"Vegeta-Sama," yelled the warrior, no doubt thinking his master was in danger… he was, they didn't know it yet but he was. "What you do to him filth?" he said taking in the scene; his eyes opened wide as realization hit him.

"I'm fine Raditz," the prince said weakly getting to his feet, Raditz turned around a slight flush to his cheeks.

"I am sorry Ouji-sama… I thought." His flush deepened.

"I'm fine," Vegeta-Ouji looked at me then, "You get dressed. Raditz," he snapped at his guard,

"Take him with the rest of the pets, he is not to be touched… understood?"

"Hai Ouji-Sama," the tall man turned to me maliciously. "What are you still doing on the floor? Get dressed before I take you away in the nude." I obeyed. Vegeta never set eyes on me again, he pulled his pants up and poured himself a drink from the bar, proceeding to stare out the window while I was being removed from his presence. My shaft was still hard and I felt an emptiness that needed to be quenched, but I guess that was not his problem, he got what he needed from me.

I was taken to the slave wing, most of them… or should I say all of them were second-class except for… me. Even they looked down on me as I made my way to the empty cot at the end of the room, none met my eye, probably wondering why did they have to share the room with me. Raditz left me there with sour words and death threats. I lay on my cot thinking about the events of the previous hours, remembering his words:

I defeated you in fair combat, I can do with you whatever I want… not that I need any permission… but I'm a man of honor, thus I will give you a choice… You will remain here as my pet and do whatever I wish until you can defeat me or I will kill you right now, very, very painfully for trying to assassinate me… the choice is yours third class… baka.

I will stay here and bide my time, I will do whatever his royal ass demands of me, but mark my words Vegeta-sama I will make you pay every minute of it, I will make you beg for mercy.

All the weariness of the day came down on me like a brick wall sleep finally claimed me; a smile graced my lips as I imagined all the tortures I will put the prince through.

And there you have it; the first day of the beginning of my new life, my new reality… and the beginning of his end.

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A/N Next Stop "Hatred" things start to heat up between our pair. Kakarotto will have to endure some rough times from here on out.

...Will he be able to keep up his tough front... Will Vegeta get what he seeks... or will Raditz succeed in getting rid of the young pet? Read on to find out