Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Come back to me, come back to us ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 9 )

Come back to me, Come back to us

Chapter 7: Reunion

Pairings: G/V

Rated: R

Disclaimer: I do know own any characters from Dragonball Z. They are the property of Toei Animation, Pony Canyon, FUNimation Entertainment, and creator Akira Toriyama. I make no money from the writing of the story.
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy (possibly) and male/male relationships. I am letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

 

A/N: Thanks Nelia for the idea of a prequel. I never really thought about that but that is something to really thing about once I go on maternity leave from work when I will have a lot more time on my hands. I'll let you and everyone else know if I decide to do it. Thanks ^_~

 

/ Thoughts /

 

:: Telepathy ::

 

oOoOoOo

 

Charcoal eyes burned into yellow-amber orbs. Vegeta thought that he was dreaming. “Zar-bon?” Zarbon nodded his head. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Turlis figured that the boys would need a little motivation if they were able to relieve tress,” He said and nothing more.

 

Vegeta understood him perfectly. After so may years of sexual abuse Zarbon still held on to his long flowing emerald colored hair and stunning beauty, but it showed in his eyes they misery of what he was force to endure.

 

“I have some good news for you,” Zarbon added changing the sour subject.

 

“If you know how to remove this blasted thing that would be great news,” Vegeta said referring to his new accessory.

 

“Sorry. If you're anything short of a mechanical genius, I'm afraid that the collar stays,” Zarbon explain. An ideal popped into the prince's head.

 

“Zarbon, where's the woman?”

 

“She's in the room next to us. Who is she?”

 

“My wife.”

 

Zarbon's mouth made an `O'. He felt a little jealous that some alien was able to snag the prince's heart whereas he could not.

 

“Come-on. Get up and eat something then take a shower. What I want to show you is in the room with her.”

 

An hour later the prince was dressed in his black spandex body suit and gold trim body armor with gloves and gold tip boots. He followed Zarbon out into the hallway. They walked just a few paces to the door next to his and knocked rapidly on it. They waited a few minutes before they were allowed entry.

 

Zarbon entered first. He told the prince to wait at the door once they were inside. Vegeta looked around the room. He noticed that the chamber was similar to his. He also noticed small toys about as well. He felt a small tinged in the center of his chest as well as small whispers in the back of his mind. He wished that he didn't have that damn collar around his throat. He growled.

 

“Hey! Ge!”

 

“Hn, when did you wake-up woman?”

 

Bulma approached him and put her index finger to her lips to silence his ranting.

 

“Ok, woman. I know you're up to something. What is it?”

 

“No. Nothing.”

 

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. “You're lying Bulma. I can smell your nervousness.” That trademark smirk appeared. It always unsettled her when she saw it.

 

“Vegeta,” Zarbon called.

 

He turned around to come face to face with-

 

“Raditz?”

 

The medium built Saiyan bowed and placed his right fist over his heart as a show of respect to royalty. Vegeta acknowledge the greeting.

 

“I must stay you are looking well My Prince,” Raditz commented, then he detected that all to familiar scent. “Vegeta, are you-”

 

“Not a word.”

 

“Yes, My Prince.” Raditz knew not to push his luck with the royal. Saiyans had an excellent sense of smell if they knew what they were looking for.

 

“There is someone here who's been dying to meet you Vegeta,” Zarbon announced.

 

Bulma held her hands together as silent tears escaped her eyes. This was something that she didn't want to miss. Vegeta's eyes widen as he looked at the mirror image of his self. Zarbon sidestepped out the way to reveal the prince's heart.

 

“Otousan?” [ 1 ]

 

Vegeta looked down at the girl who was almost his height. Her reddish-brown hair fell around her sharp face. Her eyes were a lively yellow- amber. Dark tanned skin glistened like a river of honey. Her features were soft. She was the perfect picture of innocents.

 

She was dressed in a royal blue spandex body suit with short sleeves and white boots. There was no mistake about who she was.

 

“Otousan is that really you?” She asks again.

 

“Zar-Zarra.”

 

“Hai.” She closed the distance between them and threw her arms around Vegeta's waist. She began crying into his chest. Vegeta wrapped his massive arms around her and held on for dear life.

 

She whispers in his ear. “I knew that you would come.” The floodgates opened. Zarra no longer held herself back as she finally meet her `mother' for the first time. Vegeta's tail came about pulling her closer to him.

 

“I had searched for you, but Raditz and Nappa hid you well from Frieza,”

 

Zarra eased out of his embrace and gazed into pools of black ink. “You look exactly how I saw you in my dreams.” Vegeta pause for a moment. They couldn't have it, could they?

 

“Where is the one that looks like the bad man?” She asked while searching for the mysterious guy.

 

“Zarra, what do you mean? Bad man,” Vegeta asked looking to Zarbon and Raditz for help.

 

“She's referring to Turlis My Prince,” Raditz answered.

 

“I'm not sure if I understand?” Confusion clearly written across Vegeta's face.

 

“Well, let's see.” Zarra put her small fingers to the side of face tapping her temple. “He's very tall and has weird looking hair. It kind of sticks out in different directions. Oh, and he's cute too and has pale skin. Not like that mean Turlis his skin's too dark. I heard you call him Ka-Ka-something,” Zarra explained, unable to pronounce the strange name.

 

“Kakarott?” Vegeta whispered, totally shocked at his daughter's description of his mate.

 

“Hai! That's it!” She beamed. She heard what he said.

 

“How do you know about Kakarott?”

 

“I've seen him in my dreams. You and him—together,” Zarra trailed off not sure how to word it, but Vegeta saw the vivid blush in her cheeks. “It's sometimes like that with Father too”

 

“Uh, Vegeta what is she talking about?” Zarbon asked.

 

“Come here woman. Take Zarra and do something with her while I talk to them” Vegeta ordered.

 

Bulma complied and lead the girl to the other side of the room out of earshot. Vegeta turned his attention to his guard and former lover.

 

“She's talking about Kakarott-”

 

“My brother's alive?” Raditz couldn't believe it. “Wait-a-minute? How could she know about him. I've never mentioned his name before.”

 

“Somehow she's mentally bonded with me and she's sees pictures of him through me, and it seems that she has a bond with you as well Zarbon but it's not as strong,” Vegeta explained.

 

“Vegeta, what did she mean when she said `you and him, together',” Zarbon asked.

 

Hell, he didn't want his personal life aired like this. “Kakarott is my mate.”

 

Don't everyone speak all at once. Raditz and Zarbon's mouth hit the floor; soon realization dawned on Raditz.

 

“How did he become the dominant male Vegeta?”

 

“He's stronger than me. He was the first to ascend to legendary and he defeated Frieza. I think that more than qualifies him as a worthy mate for the Prince of Saiyans.”

 

Zarbon was a little lost. “What does that mean? Dominate male?”

 

“Unlike you and Vegeta. He didn't bond with you but at the time Vegeta wasn't strong enough to fend you off. However, he went through the mating ritual with my brother to fight for dominance and lost. Vegeta's the submissive but something else is not adding up.” Raditz went on but Zarbon stopped him with another question.

 

“How do you know for a fact that he's the submissive male?” Zarbon's curiosity was getting the better of him.

 

Raditz looked to the prince. “Should you tell him or shall I?” Vegeta merely turned his head to the side and crossed his arms over his chest.

 

“The males of our species have the ability to reproduce only if dominated by another male.”

 

“Yeah, I already knew that but it still doesn't answer my question.” Well, fuck I could have figured that one out by myself, Zarbon thought.

 

“I know Vegeta is submissive because-” Raditz stalled.

 

“Because I'm pregnant,” the prince interjected.

 

“Nani?!”

 

“You heard me the first time Zarbon. I didn't fucking stutter.”

 

As if his world came crashing down at once, not only is he married that blue haired human, he's mated to another male. Could things get any worse.

 

“If you two are finished, I would like to spend some time with my daughter.” Vegeta left without another word.

 

oOoOoOo

 

Over the next two weeks Vegeta had managed to convince Bulma to remove the collars from around Zarra, Zarbon, and his self and give the appearance of them still working properly. Zarra was so thrilled that the collar was no longer surpressing her powers she became Bulma's little shadow.

 

At the same time, Vegeta had to teach her to keep her enormous power level hidden so the others wouldn't think anything out of the ordinary. They were able to communicate telepathically once the collar was no longer blocking their link. In addition too that he was able to contact Goku again, much to the younger Saiyan's sanity.

 

The only problem now was what to do about Turlis. Surely, he would noticed Vegeta's second stage pregnancy and would have a fit. Vegeta just prays that Goku will rescue them in time.

 

Vegeta had also saw less and less of Zarbon. The guards had hauled him off for `stress management'. One of them tried to come on to him but Raditz proved to be more then what they had wanted and left Vegeta alone.

 

oOoOoOo

 

New Vegetasei

 

The ship landed with a small welcoming party waiting for them. The ramp extended out to off load the ship's passengers. At the bottom of the ramp was the group's worse nightmare. He had the looks of a demented man bent on destruction and would do anything to have power.

 

Vegeta knew his kind because he was just like that. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy his craving for power and to place fear in those who would oppose him.

 

The guards had chained Vegeta's hands together. After the incident with the guard a week ago they didn't trust him. Well, it was the guard's own damn fault for trying to touch him where his mate only had that privilege. Even though he had to keep his power level hidden he was still able to send the brawny Saiyan to the infirmary with broken ribs and a fractured arm.

 

Now, he stood under the man that resembled his mate. Remarkable that only difference was that Turlis had tanner skin than Goku and wore Saiyan armor. Every thing was the same even right down to that blasted black tail that looped around his arm. Vegeta growled. The significance of that gesture was one of possession.

 

“Welcome to New Vegetasei, Prince Vegeta,” he greeted.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Don't be shy. Tonight a huge banquet is being held in your honor and afterwards I thought maybe we could discuss some things.”

 

Vegeta didn't miss the underlining of Turlis' meaning. He would be damn if this nut lay a finger on him.

 

“I'm rather tired from the long trip and prefer to stay in my room.”

 

“Of course, Your Highness.” Turlis bowed then instructed the guards to show them to their quarters.

 

Vegeta had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock at his door. He quickly replaced the collar and threw on a shirt. Much to his surprise it was Turlis.

 

“What do you want?” Vegeta snapped.

 

“What I want is you My Prince.”

 

“Sorry, not interested,” Vegeta turned back around and went back to dressing.

 

“Well, that's not an option for you Vegeta. You see, I have your daughter, your lover, and your friends under my thumb, and if you don't come to me willingly something terrible just might happen to them.”

 

Turlis walked up behind the royal. Vegeta stiffen at his touch. He wanted so badly to knock his ass out through the door but he couldn't chance it, not before Goku arrived, which would be any day now. Turlis turned him into his embrace.

 

He slowly traced the outline of his cheek with his slender fingers and along his jaw making his way to his neck. Vegeta was starting to panic.

 

“I've waited a long time for you Vegeta. You will give me what I want,” he purred into his ear.

 

“And what is that?”

 

“Heirs to the throne. You have an exceptional bloodline and being mated and bonded to you will secure my future as ruler of this planet.” Turlis began to nibble on his ear.

 

Vegeta tried backing away but Turlis had a good hold on him. “Stop dreaming. You're only setting yourself up for a fall.”

 

“No! I will not be denied. I created this all for you and I will have you no matter what” Turlis tried to kiss him but Vegeta sharply turned his head.

 

Turlis was about to strike him when Vegeta caught his hand in mid-strike. Turlis face showed his surprise at the counter move. “I'm much stronger than you think. Even with this dog collar around my throat. Don't ever raise your hand to me again or you shall feel my wrath.” With that the prince shoved him away.

 

“I always knew that you were worthy prize. A full moon is on the raise Vegeta. I will claim you as my mate make on mistake about it” Turlis left Vegeta in the silence of his room.

 

He sank to the floor covering his stomach. He never been scared before but then again he never been vulnerable like this.

 

:: Kakarott::

 

::Hai, Geta:: Goku detected the uneasiness from his mate.

 

::You need to hurry and get your ass here::

 

::What happened?::

 

::That bastard just made a move on me and wants to claim me by the next full moon::

 

::When's that?::

 

Vegeta stepped to his window and looks around taking in all the scents around him. ::By my calculation four days from now::

 

::Oh, man! That's not enough time. We won't make it. I might have to IT us there::

 

“Well, you better think of something quick or else I'm a dead man and so are you:: Vegeta ended the call.

 

He finished dressing for the stupid banquet. He hated formal dinners and this one was no exception. He had on his royal blue spandex body suit. His royal gold trim full body armor with shoulder guards was complete with the royal insignia. A double red and black cape flowed freely from the clasped at his shoulders with white gloves and white gold tip boots.

 

Vegeta glanced in the mirror at his self and took note of his expanding belly. The armor did very little to hide it and Goku's mark. Turlis would definitely notice both tonight.

 

A knock on his door let him know that it was time to leave. Turlis sent escorts for him since he was busy with other things. No doubt trying to get in a good fuck before dinner and he was saving the prince for dessert. It just turned his stomach to even think of how the third class was groping on him, the bastard.

 

Now, Vegeta had to endure this torture of sitting threw dinner next to him.

 

He walked quietly down the halls of the palace. The guards place the hand restraint on him again. They did fear him and that little bit of pleasure brought a smile to his face.

 

oOoOoOo

 

All music and side chatter stopped when the double doors of the dining hall opened to reveal the Saiyan royal. Every size and shape of all Saiyans were in attendance for this marvelous event. They waited such a long time to see their prince once again. They never imagined that he would look so handsome and hot after all these years.

 

The rumors were true. The prince came back to claim his rightful place as king and to take on a mate, but little did they know that half of it was correct.

 

Vegeta walked in with the very air of his royal background. His head held high and made eye contact to everyone that he passed. He had spotted Bulma and Zarra who was flanked by Raditz but guards surrounded them, and Zarbon was basically tied to Turlis' lap.

 

The older Saiyan raked in the prince's appearance with a lustful gaze. Tonight, he was going to have some fun.

 

Dinner went pretty much how Vegeta predicated. Turlis grabbing onto him in one way or another, which Vegeta growled about from time to time but that only, encourage Turlis more.

 

Not even half way through the meal Vegeta excused his self saying that he wasn't feeling well and needed to lay down, and that of course was a lie. He just needed to get away from Turlis octopus hands before he snapped off.

 

The prince sat by the window gazing out into the moonless night. He rubbed his stomach feeling his baby move. He was happy that he and Kakarott were having a baby together, something that they created out of their love. He shuttered at the thought of how Zarra was conceived and he hoped that she would never find out that she was the result of rape.

 

His keen ears picked up on someone trying to enter his room and positioned himself behind the door but before his could get into any type of defensive stance he was thrown to the floor.

 

Vegeta and his intruder tussled around on the floor before they stopped moving. Unfortunately, he ended up on the bottom. Not a good situation to be in.

 

“Turlis! What the fuck are you doing in my room!” Vegeta yelled.

 

“I came to get acquainted with you Vegeta. I just couldn't wait for the next full moon to be one with you” Turlis bent down and seize his lips in a brutal kiss. Vegeta could taste the stale alcohol on him.

 

“Get off me you bastard!”

 

Vegeta was struggling to remove his attacker, but the only thing that it was doing was feeding into to his heighten arousal state. Turlis ignored him and proceeded to ripe his shirt and then his saw it. Black eyes couldn't believe what his hands revealed there on the prince's neck were the markings of being claimed.

 

“Why you slut! Who marked you!” Turlis roared.

 

“Piss off, Turlis!”

 

“Do you know what you have done!” Then Turlis got another surprise when he felt a ripple through the prince's stomach. “You're-you're pregnant!”

 

“You know that happens when you get fucked very well and trust me my lover is a good lay. It just tears your heart in two knowing that you will never seize my throne or become my mate. Let alone hear me scream your name,” Vegeta began taunting him.

 

“Shut.up!”

 

“That's right. I only scream for my mate and let's not forget Turlis you can't claim something that belongs to someone else or kill me for that matter. If my mate dies, I die right along with him.”

 

“Where's your mate now? I don't see him here trying to save you Vegeta. No matter I'm still going to get what I want.”

 

The prince understood his meaning. The bastard didn't care if he was marked. Turlis could claim that the mark was his and no would know. Then Vegeta felt the searing pain of his backside being invaded. Turlis was planning on making him miscarry the baby then impregnate him with his own seed.

 

“NO!” He didn't want to lose his baby. ::KAKAROTT!!:: He mentally screamed for his mate.

 

Turlis made quick sudden movements as Vegeta fought to keep himself from screaming. He could smell the blood and semen that begun to fill his room. It was just like before.

 

“I will have my heir!!!” Turlis repeated over and over as he pounded into the smaller male.

 

Vegeta almost lost consciousness when he heard “AAARRGGGH!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!!!”

 

Then everything went black.

 

oOo TBC oOo

 

A/N: [ 1 ] I use my dictionary if the word is wrong please let me and I will correct it. Don't kill me for another bad thing that happened to Vegeta but I needed to do it or else I would be going in circles on what to do next. Well, let's see. Who showed up? What's going to happen now, since Turlis found out the Vegeta is already mated? Doesn't look good people. Tell me your thoughts and any comments ^_~

 

Please excuse any and all mistakes. I stayed out of my bed to finish this chapter, so I hope that this will hold you guys over until I'm over this bug, in the mean time I will be working on the next chapter.

 

Nemesis