Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari-Raditz ❯ Shipped out ( Chapter 12 )

Gods, I am sore. I wince as I try to open my eyes, and decide that maybe keeping them shut is a good idea. Overindulgence. Far, far too much overindulgence. I have someone to kill. My eyes pop open, a groan escaping. Ouch. Ow. Oh, movement bad. Movement very bad.

I'm buried in Vegeta. Should have known I would be, can't ever just sleep with him, he always gotta wake up with me buried in him. My hips shift, an almost contented sigh escaping at the feeling of fullness from my rear. Father's in bed with me too, and I'm full of him. Well, time to wake them up. Overindulgence is a good thing. I begin rocking, moaning as my body both protests and responds to the stimulation.

Vegeta whimpers, his slender form pressing against me, and Bardock just grunts and slams into me. Saiyan free for all, first thing in the morning. And I'm in the middle, getting the best of both worlds.

It doesn't last all that long, this time. We wore each other out yesterday. Today, we have to pick up the pieces. An' I'm not gonna be happy if I just got myself bred again. That thought sends me to the shower - alone, and I lock the door. Not that those two couldn't still get in if they wanted to, but they're busy petting each other and trying to pretend they have energy to follow through. Then again, maybe they do.

I exit the bathroom and grab a robe, sitting in my favorite chair and observing my father getting fucked by the prince. Yep, they had enough energy. Me, if I go back to bed, it will be to sleep. Assuming I can get out of the chair, of course. But Vegeta finishes with my father and comes over to me, curling up in my lap. He's sticky and stinks, but I pull him against me anyway, and let him cuddle the way he likes to. Father goes to take a shower, doing something closer to stumbling than walking as he makes his way to the bathroom.

I can hear the water running. Vegeta stirs, his matted tail looping around me, teeth pressing against my neck. I tip my head, feel those little needles pierce my skin. He laps at the bite, then snuggles his head back against me, the tip of his tail twitching over the head of my cock. "Do you have any idea who?"

I know immediately what he means, and my hold on him tightens a little. "No. She was hurt, I just took her to the tanks."

"Hn." He pulls back, grabs my hair, and pulls me down for a kiss. "I'm hungry."

"Yeah." My head lolls as I try to look towards the kitchen, and he laughs. "Want to have some fun?"

"Gods, Vegeta! I'm exhausted!" I can't help sounding annoyed, and that only makes him laugh harder.

"Nappa! Come feed me!" he yells suddenly.

I scowl. I don't want that filthy brute in my room. But he comes in anyhow, answering Vegeta's summons, and glares at me, lust in his eyes when he looks at the naked Vegeta. And my father decides to come stumbling out of the bathroom, a towel over his head, rubbing briskly, but without a stitch on or towel around his waist. I glower as Nappa gazes at my father, his dick rising to peep through the part of the robe. Vegeta is also examining my father, and his tail has begun to twitch more excitedly.

Father pulls the towel from his hair and drapes it around his hips. "What's for breakfast?"

Vegeta smirks, licking his lips. I shift, a little uncomfortable, and not at all happy with how Nappa leers at the two. "Nappa is going to fix us all something," Vegeta tells my father, and Nappa begins to glower. "Aren't you, Nappa?"

Nappa turns on his heel and slams into my kitchen. Father comes over, bending to kiss Vegeta, then kisses me as well. He scoops Vegeta out of my lap and hauls him into the bathroom, the little prince laughing the entire way.

I've suddenly discovered I have energy enough to move, and go to see exactly what that bastard's up to in my kitchen. I mean, I know he can cook, he's the one who taught me how, after all, but I just don't trust him. But when I get there, I'm too tired to really do anything except hold up the doorframe, and I'm not really doing too good of a job at that.

I yawn. Damn, I'm wiped. Nappa looks at me and scowls, then proceeds to slam a bunch of pots and pans around. I recognize the dishes from the ingredients, and relax. I stumble back over to my chair and collapse in it, deciding that Vegeta may be right and this might be fun.

I'm just too exhausted. That much sex in an day is just… well… very gratifying an' all, but hell! Man's gotta have some energy when he gets up! And some part of his body that doesn't ache. I'm still cataloguing all my aches and determining that there is a patch or two here and there that aren't bruised, bitten, or otherwise achy. But they're all good aches, not like before.

Oh, hell. I sit very still, my tail wrapping tightly around my waist. My breathing has quickened, gotten shallower. Hell, hell, hell and damnation! I flinch when my father comes up behind me and kisses my neck, and he sighs. "I'm sorry, Raditz."

"Not your fault." My voice is tight, almost as tight as my body. I fight down the panic that is rising, start shaking when Vegeta curls back in my lap. He looks up at me, then shoves my head to the side and bites down, hard.

I yelp, one hand moving to cup the back of his head and press him closer. My tail unwraps to coil tightly around his as I pull him closer. That nebulous bond has just shifted sharply, clarified itself. He's finally done it, and I relax completely as my mate licks the blood away. Even so, I don't stop trembling, and I'm not sure why.

Nappa comes out of the kitchen with a huge tray. The food is almost dainty seeming, but there's plenty of it. Vegeta reaches out, choosing something at random, and pops it into his mouth, then grabs something else and feeds it to me. I make a face, he's managed to pick out the one thing on the tray that I positively despise. He laughs, and gives me something else.

Vegeta feeds both me and Father, and pretty much ignores Nappa, who keeps looking madder and madder. That worries me, because I know that Nappa isn't bonded to the prince at all. Vegeta has never voluntarily bedded the man, and certainly never marked him. He is the brat's in name only, not in deed.

I pop a bite of something in my father's mouth as he gives Vegeta a bite. It is kinda fun, actually, but I still haven't stopped shaking. It's not so bad, or nearly as noticeable, and Nappa still worries me. That's when I notice my father, the damn sneak, twine his tail around a bit of my favorite delicacy and offer it to Nappa. Bastard ate it, too.

It's an agreeable enough breakfast. Nappa gets sent back twice to make more, and Vegeta teases my father about his flirtation. Father just grins at him, and taps his neck. I think that must have meant something about my new bond, because Vegeta gets real serious all the sudden, and pays a lot more attention to Nappa when he comes out with the last tray. By the time we finish eating, I want to rip the bastard's head off and shove it up his ass.

Vegeta hustles me out of my room and down the hall, though, so I don't get to do anything. "Show me."

I'm stupid for a moment, then realize he wants to see where I found Mato. I take him. There's still blood all over the floor and the walls, even though it should have been cleaned up by the palace servants yesterday. Vegeta's eyes narrow as he studies the scene, and I look it over better now too.

"There isn't enough blood." I say it before I think.

"What do you mean?"

"Not enough blood. Not for the injuries she had. And she was hemorrhaging. There should be more blood." I know injuries, and there really isn't enough blood. "I wonder if someone started cleaning up, but got called off to do something else?"

It isn't likely, and the look he gives me for the suggestion makes me wish I hadn't said it. He's gonna start thinking I'm a fool as well as weak, and it's well known that he hates fools and barely tolerates the weak. I still haven't figured out why he asked for me. And, being in idiot mode, I ask.

He turns from the blood to look at me, and I feel like a bug he's contemplating stepping on. Then he takes a step toward me, flips the stupid robe I'm still wearing out of his way, and starts stroking. "Because I wanted you." He tips his head, just a little, and licks me, then nips the end of my cock and turns back to the mess in the hallway. But he doesn't let go, and he doesn't quit stroking.

Both of which mean one thing: I'm in heaven. And I can't think for shit, and just follow the tug on my cock when he moves off. I stumble along behind him, slave to his hand, until he shoves me up against a wall and sucks on me.

That does it. I explode, sending streams of semen from the sides of his mouth. He just keeps sucking, until I'm screaming his name and seeing double. Except I'm not, and my sudden terror puts a decided end to his fun. He turns. "Father?"

"The hall isn't the place for such things," the king tells him. I try to back up, only to remember that I'm already up against the wall. Can't get through it. He looks at me, and smiles. I shrink into the wall, wishing I could just ghost through it. "Although I'm sure he was quite enjoyable."

"Oh, quite. There's nothing quite like the smell of blood. I was expecting this mess would have been cleaned up already," Vegeta waved a negligent hand at the blood, "but it seems I need to have a little discussion with the servants on this wing."

"Hmm, yes. But it will have to wait. Frieza called. He's got a job for you." King Vegeta smiled at my prince while my blood turned to ice. "You're to leave within the hour."

"Of course," Vegeta tells him, like he's been expecting this. "I'll be ready."

"Good." The king turns and strolls leisurely down the hall. Vegeta grabs me and hauls me into the regeneration room a few doors down.

"Zarbon wasn't supposed to call me until the children were born. This must be a job straight from Frieza," he snaps. "Where did you put Mato?"

"There." I point to the proper tank, which is empty. He reads the id script, then goes and taps at the screens again. "Vegeta?"

"There is no information here. Nothing that would help us learn who did it," he says. "Carry me?"

It's a request I don't refuse. I swing him up to sit on my shoulder, and he balances himself easily. I carry him to his quarters, and he changes into a fresh uniform. And then, I carry him down to the communication center, where he confirms that Frieza did call, and is expecting him. Then he tosses a tech out of the way again, and calls Zarbon. While still sitting on my shoulder.

Zarbon raises one elegant eyebrow, and tells Vegeta that my father will be shipping out within the day. He doesn't, however, have any job for me, and Frieza himself had refused to send anyone with Vegeta. And he tells us one other thing. The king has requested Nappa stay planet-bound for the next six months.

"Can't you make up something? Anything? Something that will have Raditz aboard the ship, even, where you can keep an eye on him? Please Zarbon!"

That pretty face turns its attention to me, instead of my prince. "I'm afraid not, Prince Vegeta," the voice drawls. "I can think of only one use such a pretty monkey would have on this ship."

Vegeta pulls my hair. "With you, Zarbon? Under your protection, like you promised me?"

Zarbon's attention goes to Vegeta, then he looks at me again. "Does he mean so much to you?" He sounds hurt.

Vegeta notices. He bites his lip, staring into the face on the screen. But I am the one who answers. "I am his mate-bonded chizzari. You know what that is?" Zarbon nods. "Then do you understand what can be done to him through me?"

"I will arrange for you to come to the ship," he says immediately. His face has paled, so I think he knows more than many Saiyans might. "Within the hour." The screen clears.

"What can be done to me?" I turn from the screen, threading my way through the halls to where his pod waits.

"We've a mate bond, as well as the chizzari bond. Can't you feel the bonds?"

"Yes, of course." His fingers clutched at my hair. "Oh! Yes, get you out now."

Since that was exactly the thought in my own head, and I knew why I wanted out now, I wasn't about to protest that. I settled Vegeta into his pod myself, then darted back to my quarters to change and pack. Father's orders came in while I packed, and mine came in only minutes later.

The look on Nappa's face when we left was worth more than I can say. The angry look on the king's - that worried me. But I would be under Zarbon's protection, so I didn't much care at the moment.

I settled into my pod, and breathed a sigh of relief as I headed for safety.