Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Angels and Beasts ❯ Hangerovers and Garrnet lipped beauties ( Chapter 2 )

Second Part

To say the least, Vegeta woke up crusted over. The once hot blood, now cooled, created a weak armor over the extremely sensitive areas. He rose his half-swollen head, the jaw being left unattended. Kakarott was in his usual position. Primping himself in front of the spotless mirror. An odd thought passed through his head. Did this happen to all of Freiza's willing lovers? Did they all become inanely vain? Zarbon certainly had and it seemed that Kakarott was becoming the same way. Vegeta cradled his broken jaw gently, alerting Kakarott to his presence. The gentle eyes looked into his broken eyes.

"Frezia said that if you're good he might let you get that jaw fixed." Vegeta groaned, knowing what that entailed.

"Honestly, Vegeta" He powdered his face and chest, the pink puff gliding across his flawless skin, "I tried everything I could, but he refused to let you have medical attention." Vegeta looked at him dully, wanting not to believe that Kakarott would ever help him.

"Why would you want to do that?" Vegeta asked as best he could with a broken jaw, though with each move it felt as though needles broke off into his skin followed closely by heated razor blades, but his healing process was mending it as they spoke. Kakarott abruptly put down the puff and stared, piercing Vegeta's broken flesh through the mirror. "Tell the truth." From the reflection he could see Kakarott's troubled eyes, his curiosity peaked as he leaned forward watching Kakarott's curt nod.

"We are the only Sayians left, right?" Vegeta's eyes furrowed and he nodded,

"That I know of," He paused, they had all died when the planet was blown to bits. Even the half breeds that were scattered here and there were tracked down and murdered. "Why?" Kakarott sighed and picked up the coral lipstick.

"Because I saw a girl." Vegeta snorted, forgetting the jaw and gasped involuntarily as shards of pain ricocheted off his skull,

"There are plenty of girls."

"No, a Sayian girl." The cot collapsed in as much disbelief as Vegeta did.

"You see, Master took me to this place on the ship. Kinda like a, um," he blushed. "Well actually it was a, um… sex club." Vegeta nodded solemnly, knowing what he was talking about.

"I was sitting on the floor….

The room had an interesting quality about it. A smell of stale sex and culture emanated

from the very steel walls. The club was a diversion for the men. So they wouldn't go to complete madness and start raping each other. On a more larger scale anyways, than what already happened. Frezia rarely attended, preferring to play with the sophistication of privacy. But tonight he thought a lesson was in order. The main show tonight was a prince, though having no warrior skills, had won Frezia's lust. Once he was through with the boy, some months ago, he was given to the club as entertainment. He was used weekly in any way they wished. Frezia brought Kakarott here to show him what would happen to him if he bored his adored Master. Kakarott learned the lesson well. The boy on stage was forced to perform acts that made Kakarott turn his head away, hiding his mind.

That's when he saw her.

Zarbon relaxed against a pile of large silk cushions. A beautiful, black-locked girl bobbed as she engulfed more of his cock. Kakarott curled his lip in disgust and was about to seek better venue before he noticed something darting behind her. A long tail, a black tail, like her hair. Kakarott could not help but study her closer in disbelief. He just couldn't comprehend that there was another Sayian about. Yet, there she was, down to the very last detail of the classic Sayian physique. Her skin moonlit pale, her hair a wave of black curls, and what he could distinguish of her lips, a deep garnet.

"How old was she?" Vegeta broke Kakarott's thoughts and memories. Kakarott squeezed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to make those two brain cells collide in a sudden thought.

"Twenty? I'm not sure, it was dark, but she wasn't very old. Beautiful." Vegeta curled his lip in a snarl. The bastard was fucking greedy, but his blood burned. A Sayian female! Could it be true? Could one have slipped through the cracks? Zarbon's pet? Must have been the only way she could have survived. About twenty? But the planet was destroyed 25 years ago! Vegeta became giddy, worse than a schoolgirl. That meant that there must be more, or at least there were more. But a female! Was it not the humans who had the foolish myth of Adamanteve? An ineptly titled myth wherein two people started the whole species. The taste of hope reeked through his mouth and he didn't notice Kakarott.

Reality hit when Kakarott fiddled with his jaw, trying to help. Or harm. Vegeta wasn't sure of his intentions anymore.

"You know that I didn't want to hurt you, right?" Vegeta snorted carefully and pushed him away.

"Fuck off, Kakarott." He growled and slipped down the broken cot.

"I'm sorry." Kakarott signed and went back to the mirror.

"That reminds me, she's supposed to show up to heal your jaw." Vegeta pulled himself up too quickly and nearly felt the blasted thing drop off.

"Coming here?" Kakarott smiled,

"Yeah, whatcha want to do with her?"