Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Bardock ❯ A Means to the End ( Chapter 6 )

I stand outside the training room. My breath is harsh, faster than it should be. Damn! It's been two months! I should be able to just walk in and train… but my hand still shakes when I reach to open the door, and I still can't control my breathing. I still want to turn around and run as fast as I can in the other direction.

I manage at last, and close the door behind me. I move rigidly to the center of the room, having to force myself not to collapse to my knees when I get there. This is where the king would bring me to beat and fuck before Nappa would bring Raditz in, so beaten he couldn't stand alone. Here is where we would be fastened to the floor, and blindfolded so we weren't able to transform to protect ourselves from them… or him from me.

I realize I am doing nothing more than trembling, with sweat covering my body. I wipe it impatiently from my eyes, and force my body into the first form of the kata I planned to do when I came in. I stumble through it, and force myself to repeat it until I do it perfectly. It takes too many tries - and it is a simple child's practice.

My thigh hurts. The prince bit me again last night. He hasn't wiped his father's claim from me, but he's doing a damn good job of trying. The rest of the bruises I had from his father have healed, but the brat keeps giving me more. He's a fiery little bastard in bed… when I can coax him into taking me. Most the time, I have to sit on him when my son's fucking him.

He's really the only male, other than Raditz, I feel much like fucking. I mean, I'm a breeder. Had no idea, until Vegeta told me what he'd found out. I wouldn't mind giving Vegeta a kid, or my son, even. I spent three days in my rooms when he told me about the two kids I lost. It hurt. Made me sick, too, thinking that I'd had two little lives to protect… and failed them so miserably.

I start moving again, trying to focus on my training, but I keep thinking about my children. I finally decide it has to have something to do with being a breeder that makes me protective of my son - because it sure as hell ain't a Saiyan characteristic. Protective of a mate, yes… but a child? Hell, kids are given to the crèche at birth, and the parents don't see 'em again until they're two and old enough for the warrior ceremony.

Come to think of it, that was the first time I ever saw Raditz. Hadn't even known I had a kid until they brought him in and told me it was time for his ceremony. Never had much to do with him after that, either, until we were chosen as chizzari. And we've been through a hell of a lot since then.

Fuck! I fall flat on my face, missing a step. My own son's gonna have my kid. Gives being a grandfather a whole new meaning. I'm gonna be my grandson's daddy. I've trained enough. I need to fuck something. I leave the room, moving a hell of a lot faster than I went in, and head straight for my son's room.

Vegeta's there, but he leaves as soon as he knows I'm staying. Some function or other he has to attend. I shed my clothes and crawl into bed with Raditz, purring and coiling my tail with his. It's really not fair to him, he's been horny as hell because of his pregnancy. I think he'd kick me out of bed if he didn't need to fuck so bad, but he rolls over and presents instead. I take him up on the offer.

He smells like sex and Vegeta. I shove his mass of hair off his back so I can lick his neck, easing into him as I do. He's purring too, a loud rumbling of encouragement. Not that I need any encouragement, but it sounds nice. I keep our tails twined, reaching to stroke his cock with my free hand, the other wrapping around his chest as I rock against him.

I take my time with him… but he's a damn easy fuck. Vegeta and I rib him about that all the time: it really don't take much to make the boy explode. He's creamed the bed three times before I release, and flop on the bed beside him. He whines, still hard, so I grin and toss him to his back, then suck him off. He likes that, and I like the way he tastes. Nice and sweet, with just a hint of salt. Delicious.

I give him a kiss when I've got him licked clean, then lay with my head on his stomach. Our son kicks me every now and then, but I'm satiated and sleepy and too comfortable to care. Besides, he doesn't kick all that hard yet. Raditz starts stroking my hair, and I close my eyes, enjoying the contact. When Vegeta comes back, I'll leave for the commons, to find a woman or three to bring back to my bed so they can have some time together.

I don't sleep alone if I can help it, and if I can't have them, I make do. Besides, I have to at least make it seem like the last year hasn't affected me as much as it really did. I don't want to give Nappa or King Vegeta the satisfaction of knowing just how thoroughly broken I still feel I am.

And since I really don't want to bear a child for anyone but my son or Vegeta, it's gonna be all women tonight. I'll lay Vegeta and Raditz in the morning. Happy with that idea, I let myself drift into sleep, a contented purr rumbling in my throat.