Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari ❯ Uncertain Honor ( Chapter 1 )

I sit on the dais with my father, both of us barely clad. Rich, succulent blue velvet robes me; my father has chosen red satin. I am not certain of my part in this affair; I have not yet gained my majority. But my father says I am to have my own chizzari, as I have proven myself a man. I smirk, looking out over the sea of faces. I will be the youngest royal ever to have a sanctioned harem.

My father has chosen to gift me with Nappa, one of his own chizzari. I am not overly thrilled with that; he's far weaker than I and ugly besides. I hope the warrior he's chosen to honor today will be more favorable to look on. I have heard little about whom he has chosen, for once, the rumor mill has been silent.

Nappa is with us, of course. It is the job of the first chizzari to help prepare any additions to the harem, and he is the first of mine. I scowl, now. Nappa is not who I would have chosen, had I been given a choice. I doubt my father will have taken my preferences into consideration, though, for the new warrior to be honored today.

They've figured out what is happening, finally. My father's robe, and my own, are easily visible, after all. Now I hear the rising excitement. My eyes dart over the crowd, searching for the one I have been watching. He's not much, really. Not even an elite. But he is pleasing to my eyes, and has made a name for himself recently.

I find him at last, lurking in the far corner of the room, near one of the doors. Obviously, he doesn't expect to be called, and plans to leave as soon as is deemed respectable in instances like this. Which is right after my father finishes explaining what's going on and who is to be honored. Most of the rest will stay for the show, and probably wind up fucking each other without even bothering to leave. Things like that happen whenever a chizzari is named.

My father stands, shedding his robe. The great hall is instantly silent, as all eyes fix on the king. He makes the usual speech about chizzari, then announces that the ones to be honored to day are to be mine. I hear the gasps of astonishment that run through the hall, the buzz of surprised conversation. He tells them that he has already given me Nappa. Nappa steps up, taking his place as first, his own robe dropping. He will be preparing the men my father has chosen for me. For now, he kneels in front of my father, giving him a very public blowjob.

I sit up straight, my features expressing my own surprise. Father has chosen two warriors for me, not just one. He extols their various fighting skills, in spite of their relatively low levels. I frown, not understanding why my father would choose less than an elite for me, the prince. But I recognize the first name. A scientist with a wicked battle record. Chizzari is indeed a fitting honor for him.

The second name nearly makes me hurtle from my seat to leap for joy. Father did take my preferences into consideration! The third of my chizzari is to be the man now making his way up from the back of the long hall, a look of stunned incomprehension on his face. Way is made for him, though no one lets him by without touching or stroking him.

He climbs the steps to the dais, standing solidly next to his father. I examine the father now. He looks very little like his son. His body is trimmer, much less bulky, though no less desirable. My father steps forward, removing their armor and clothing. They have truly been honored - that chore is usually left for the first! Nappa looks somewhat stunned, and then my father is kissing him.

That, I don't want to see. I return to my study of the two warriors. The son is the taller by nearly a head. The father, though, is obviously more aroused, and grinning cheekily. It does not surprise me when Nappa leads him to my father, or when the two embrace as if they have been lovers before. His son looks on, an air of uneasiness about him, and he still seems confused as to why he is there.

I can't blame him. His record is neither as long nor as impressive as his father's, though good, and he apparently didn't inherit the brains. I turn to watch my father and Bardock. Could my father have actually have listened to me? I'd been offended when he told me he was giving me Nappa, and said that I would have preferred the furball Raditz. He'd laughed.

Bardock scanned the crowd, looking for his son. They didn't have the best relationship, but he did try to say hi whenever he spotted the boy. He didn't, and turned his attention back to the dais. His anticipation heightened when he noticed what the royals were wearing. "Ah, a chizzari's to be chosen!"

"What?"

He pointed the inattentive soldier's attention to the royals's clothing. Not much long after, the buzzing anticipation that had accompanied the unexpected summons skyrocketed. The king stepped forward, shed his robe. Bardock's eyes scanned the royal figure, a glimmer of hunger in his eyes. He preferred women, himself, but a tasty male was never to be turned down.

Bardock mouthed the words of the ritual speech, laughing a little to himself. The king had a lusty appetite; someone was honored nearly every year, so he'd been to many of these services. It was the rousing sex afterwards he truly enjoyed, and he made his way a bit closer to the pretty thing he'd had his eye on.

Only to look up in shock when he heard the king say that the two - TWO - chizzari to be honored were for his son. Bardock glanced at the boy, who for a moment actually looked surprised. No less surprised than Bardock was when his name was called, and he was suddenly being groped through the crowd, hands and tails curling suggestively around every bit of exposed skin and sliding up under his armor. He returned a great many of the caresses, reaching the dais in a state of total arousal.

He very nearly lost what little composure he'd managed to retain when his son was announced to be the young prince's third. Bardock turned to watch the boy - well, a man now - approach from the farthest reach of the Great Hall. A grin lit his features, watching his son walk toward the dais, hands and tails flickering over his body. His son showed more skin than he did, yet… Bardock's grin faded slightly. His son did not appear to be pleased by the honor he was being shown, and returned none of the caresses. If anything, the boy looked like a dumb ox, forced where he doesn't want to go.

Raditz arrived at last, Bardock greeting him with a stinging tail slap to his bared thigh. The boy grimaced, and then faced the king, his carefully schooled face betraying little. Bardock didn't bother to contain his grin, what was to come would be quite enjoyable. The king himself approached, removing his armor and clothing with more many caresses and small kisses applied to freshly bared skin. Bardock let his tail roam the royal's body as the king stripped him, only pulling it away when the king turned to perform the same service to his son.

The honor was more than he'd ever expected. Although, he got the idea from the look King Vegeta had given Nappa that he thought the show would be better if he did the undressing. The king had stepped back, Nappa was before him now, leading him to where the king stood. Their tails twined, Bardock eagerly returning both embrace and kiss, carefully ignoring what Nappa was doing. If he thinks about it, he won't be able to enjoy his time with the king.

Raditz was about to make his escape when he heard his father's name called. He looked toward the front in disbelief, his height allowing him a rather clear view. It was his father heading toward the dais, obviously enjoying the fondling that always accompanied an honored warrior's path.

He slipped a little closer to the door. His father had been chosen for the prince. Of course, with his fighting record and that latest technique of his, he deserved to be honored, but he wasn't going to watch his father get fucked by the king. He made another two steps, then froze. Raditz turned slowly, to make his own way toward the front.

He didn't want this. Raditz flinched away from the touches, returned none of them, and hoped that how he felt wasn't written all over his face. This was the one thing his people did that he positively despised. Chizzari. It was supposed to be an honor, a reward. All it meant was that the honored warrior got fucked in front of an assembly by the king and his first, and was considered part of the king's harem from then on.

Raditz, once he'd finally understood what happened, never understood how being a chizzari could be considered an honor. Chizzari were at the king's beck and call, had to bed him whenever and wherever he wished, and sometimes had to perform with people the king wished to impress. They were the king's whores. And now… he was to be raped by the king and given as a whore to the prince.

And it would be rape. Oh, he would comply. He'd do as he was supposed to. His father greeted him by smacking his thigh. He grimaced a bit, then composed himself and faced the king. This uncertain honor was his duty, and Raditz never failed to discharge his duty, no matter how much he disliked it.

But he couldn't stop the faint shudder that raced through him when the king began to undress him, couldn't make his tail caress that royal body the way his father had done. He just stood there, waiting for it to be over. Nappa approached, took his father. Raditz watched them embrace, his unease growing when Nappa knelt behind his father.

He wasn't certain he could do this.

I have never particularly enjoyed chizzari ceremonies. It is distasteful to me to have to watch my father have sex. So I focus on Raditz instead. He stands naked and alone, the uneasiness I've already sensed growing the further his father and mine - and Nappa - proceed. He watches, a sickened expression slowly taking over the confused expression, and he takes a tiny, barely noticeable, backwards step.

I realize suddenly that he has no wish to be where he is. That unlike his father, Raditz will not enjoy my father's touch and caresses. He is there only because he has nowhere else to go. There is nowhere for him to run. If there were, he'd already be gone.

I realize that Bardock, like Nappa, will never truly be mine. They will always carry my father's taint. I consider not letting this happen with Raditz, so he will be my true first. My first in many ways, I admit to myself. I have been too busy fighting and blowing things up to have had any concern for relationships. Although, I am no virgin, contrary to the prevalent belief.

I do not say anything, though. He has clenched his fists now, and I see his expression go carefully blank. Only when I see his eyes do I realize what he is doing. There is a trance, of sorts, that some warriors put themselves into so that they can perform the truly unpleasant tasks. Even I have used it. When it is his turn, he will respond exactly as is expected of him. He will seem and look eager, will willingly accept any touch, any caress, regardless of who gives it. I believe he realized that his father will be among those. As my second, he will participate in preparing Raditz, up to and including fucking him. And Raditz cannot force himself to stand there without the assistance of the trance.

Looking at Raditz, I suddenly realize that not all who have been chosen consider themselves to be honored. None have been so obvious as he is to me, but I know that by the time my father gets to him, he will seem, in every way, to consider it a true honor. And I know Raditz will be submitting to rape. Because I know, having watched him, that he is not willing.

I do not know what to do. Bardock's cry mingles with my father's, and my attention returns to them. They have not yet finished. I think Father chose Bardock because of the man's body as much as anything. He's been wanting a fresh lay. I know that because I heard him tell his chizzari that they weren't much fun anymore.

My tail slips from under my robe to flip irritably against my ankle. It angers me that I am so uncertain about this. It is custom for the king to take his child's first - and my mind stops. His first, yes. But never his second or third. Bardock is my second. Raditz is my third. This has already been declared. My father should not be touching Bardock! When he gave me Nappa as my first, that was it. I should have chosen my own chizzari for this ceremony!

My power rises as I realize that my own father has tricked me. I'm seventeen, but I'm not stupid. He has been watching Bardock for awhile, to know all that he said of the warrior while he made his way to the dais and before he announced Raditz. His recitation for my first - my true first! - had been much shorter. I had not recognized all the ramifications, but now I do. Even so, I do not move or say anything as my father moves on to Raditz, and the long haired man kneels before him.

Yet, before he does, Raditz looks at me.