Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 1

Dominion

Author: Xero Sky

Date: July, 2002

Pairings: Vejiita X Bardock, Vejiita X Kakkarot, for now. Not at the same time, hentais!

Warnings: Knowing me, there'll be lemons, lime, language and violence. Maybe all at once! AU, therefore some OOC is probably inevitable.

Notes: Begins at the end of the Bardock special.

*....* indicates italics

/..../ indicates telepathic speech

Disclaimer: All characters are property of their respective copyright owners. I intend no profit from this work of fiction. And now that that's all done with...

Chapter One

Two men strode through the halls of the royal palace of Vegetasei. Servants and lesser officials moved out of their way, even those who didn't recognize at least one of them. They were obviously meant to be there. Aside from the power that rolled off them, recognizable even by those without scouters, they seemed entirely at home amidst their surroundings. For the vast majority of saiyajins, walking those hallways would have inspired awe, if not fear. These two didn't seem to notice, as they talked of battles far away.

They were dressed for the occasion. The elder wore armor with a silver crest of the royal house on it, indicating that he served the king directly. The younger was wearing a sleeveless shirt, tied with a sash, over loose pants tucked into boots, but it was all of shot or raw silk, with fine leather for the boots; the clothing of an elite.

They stopped before one set of massive doors and were immediately waved through by guards happy not to cause them trouble. The next set of doors was smaller in scale, but there was no doubt that the security around them was no less. These doors had just closed as the two approached. Two burly guardsmen stepped forward to challenge, but they were moved aside by the head of security, who literally dwarfed them.

Nappa stepped out of the shadows.

"What do you want here, Bardock?"

Bardock smiled. He was fond of the royal bodyguard, but didn't see that as a reason not to give him a hard time.

"Awww, pulling door duty, Nappa? Were you a bad monkey?"

"Just leaving," the big man growled, badly hiding a smile. "You have business here or can I kick your ass out of the palace?"

"Summoned to the royal presence."

"And that?" Nappa pointed with his chin at the young man at Bardock's side. It wasn't as if he didn't already *know* who he was. After all, the resemblance between father and son was widely remarked upon.

"My son Kakkarot. Also summoned, as you know already, you giant pain in the ass."

Nappa leered. "Maybe one day I'll show you how true that is. But for now I wouldn't want to make you late."

Bardock took a swipe at Nappa as he passed him, but it was half-hearted. Bardock was off-limits, and both of them knew it.

The actual door guards made haste to open the doors for the two of them. They might not know anything about Kakkarot, but Bardock himself was justly famous. The only saiyajin more famous was Vejiita no Ou himself. That would have been reason enough for the guards to treat Bardock with respect.

There was more. Vejiita had always had Bardock's loyalty. As a child king, amidst the chaos left by his father's death and Furiza's execution, Bardock's steadfast loyalty had been particularly precious to him. On more than one occasion, Bardock's street fighter instincts and knack for vicious retribution had saved the young king in situations strength alone couldn't handle.

Bardock had kept his promise; he had stayed by the king's side since the day they returned to their unscathed homeworld. No one challenged Vejiita no Ou, and no one disrespected Bardock and lived. Though Vejiita was now a grown man, none of that had changed. He had few favorites, but no one questioned Bardock's authority.

Raised to elite status, Bardock had reaped the rewards of his allegiance. He recalled his infant son from the planet he'd been assigned to clear. Fate had been kind to Bardock with his son as well. The boy's weak ki level had responded dramatically with proper training. Bardock had not been troubled with his visions for many years, but he remembered vividly the ones about his youngest child. A hero. A super saiyajin. Sparring with his king.

He didn't know how true those visions would turn out to be - after all, Vegetasei hadn't been destroyed - but he cherished them. The boy hadn't turned super saiyajin or anything so dramatic, but he was a formidable fighter, and his ki had already exceeded his older brother's. Radditz wasn't taking that lying down. Bardock suspected that this summons had something to do with that. Radditz was too damned impetuous for his own good. Challenges made him crazy.

The outer apartments, beyond which none but the most favored ever passed, were opulent, drawn in rich colors and hung with gold and velvet. The inner chambers, which the two headed for directly, were much more sparsely decorated, and thus much more livable. They walked down a marbled hallway, through a set of rooms, and into a huge, enclosed sun room.

White pillars veined with gold and spiraled with green and scarlet vines held up a windowed ceiling that let in far more light than it kept out. Columns of sunlight illuminated the room, while wide windows looked out over the city at the mountains beyond. The stone floors glittered where they were not covered by thick rugs.

A very large bath, large enough for a man to swim in, was in an alcove to one side. Fresh warm water ran down stone steps into the bath, replenishing it constantly. Flowering plants around the far sides filled the room with a subtle perfume.

Despite having grown up in the palace, Kakkarot had never been here before. He looked around in open appreciation. The Ou's apartments had always been off limits, even to Bardock's brats. In fact, he hadn't seen much of the Ou, really, especially not in the last several years, when he'd been serving under Radditz off-planet, in the frontier systems.

A good portion of Furiza's empire had fallen into saiyajin hands, and there was hard work and bloodshed enough for all who desired it. Kakkarot, a soldier since his 7th year, had seen as much of it as any. Now 21, he was enjoying his first home world leave in four years. Truth be told, he'd been a little bored when the summons had come. This should prove an interesting diversion.

Vejiita no Ou was bathing. Or rather he was swimming languidly in the warmth of his bath. His sleekly muscled body moved with singular grace as he stroked his way through the water. A long dark tail moved sinuously behind him. He was in the first flower of full manhood, and, as he swam, the picture of sinewy, masculine perfection.

His hair, normally brushed up into the spiky style of the royal house, draped across his neck and shoulders when he rose up out of the water to greet them. Water dripped and rolled down sculpted muscles. Sharp eyes under heavy brows took in the sight of the pair he'd called for this afternoon. He lashed his tail back and forth, sending a gleaming spray of water through the air.

At 27 years, Vejiita was already the most powerful king that Vegetasei had ever seen. He had wrested almost a third of Furiza's crumbling empire into his control, and he defended it, personally and with armies almost fanatical in loyalty to their ascended king. He had secured the future of his House three times over, with heirs who were already impressive. He had, however, claimed no bond mate, much to the disappointment of the mothers of his children.

There was no reason his bond mate had to be female, though it was common for males and females who had children together to become bound mates. Bond mates were linked mind, body, and soul; it was a weighty matter to find one, and almost half of all saiyajins never did. The increases to one's power from the mating, plus the simple fact of having an utterly trustworthy partner through life, made such a mating highly desirable, especially for the man on whom the weight of the empire rested.

He ran appreciative eyes over Bardock. His friend from youth, almost his uncle for a time. Dazed and bleeding, Bardock had been the first to bow before the new king. For a long time, he had slept in a cot at the foot of Vejiita's bed, guarding him. He had been his most trusted companion, allowed access to his most private quarters at any time of night or day.

Bardock might almost have *been* his bond mate, as much as he trusted him. Besides which, he was handsome and powerfully built, with great potential still. He was 20 years Vejiita's senior, but for saiyajin, that meant little.

His son was taller and more lanky, but the resemblance was strong, certainly. He had no scar, of course, and there was an openness and playfulness in his face that Bardock entirely lacked, but they were strikingly similar even for father and son. He was on leave and not wearing his armor; it was easy to appreciate the finely muscled body underneath the plain silk.

He stood with his brawny arms crossed, powerful legs spread, and his tail waving gently behind him, watching Vejiita with appreciative eyes. Vejiita smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. Kakkarot cast his eyes down for a moment, then sent them up Vejiita's body again.

Both warriors bowed as their king emerged fully from his bath. Vejiita pulled a thick towel from a stack and began to dry his tail. Like most saiyajins, he had no qualms about nudity among friends or family, and these two were closer than most. Or at least Bardock was. He last remembered Kakkarot as a gawky, if battle-worn, teenager. He really *had* filled out nicely.

Bardock picked up a towel and began drying his king's back. "And what brings us here today, Vejiita?" he asked. "It couldn't be my *other* idiot son, could it?"

Kakkarot snorted. Vejiita cast a glance at him as he began toweling his hair dry, not bothering to brush it up. "Oh, it might have something to do with the news that your hot headed brat not only hunted the son of the Kurdek ambassador down under moon, but killed and *ate* him as well."

Kakkarot burst out laughing.

"But it doesn't," Vejiita said, purring as he turned to take Bardock's mouth in a deep, wet kiss.

Kakkarot turned mute, watching with wide eyes as Vejiita leisurely explored his father's willing mouth. The king was perhaps half a head shorter than Bardock, and he stood up slightly on his toes to kiss him, pressing his nude form against the armored, somewhat more powerful one of his old friend. Tails twined and stroked as hands roamed.

Kakkarot couldn't believe that his father was doing this, was responding to the king as if they were old lovers. Then he saw Vejiita's tail loose itself from Bardock's and thrash wildly through the humid air. He suddenly scented something delightful, something unbearably tantalizing, something that made him groan with arousal.

The sudden strong desire to beat his father senseless and take the king right there on the damp stone flashed over him, and Kakkarot had to turn his head and walk away as the realization hit him.

"You're in rut," he said, not daring to look back.

"Haiiii..." Vejiita responded, his voice a purring rumble that made Kakkarot ache. No wonder his father wasn't able to walk away. The scent of musk was overwhelming and Kakkarot knew that tail was thrashing about again, spicing the air, driving all three of them to madness.

Musk was all pheromones, designed to attract a mating partner. They said that the more powerful you were, the more irresistible you were during rut. It was nature's way of making sure the best genes were passed on. And Vejiita had ascended to super saiyajin... Oh, *kami*...

It was becoming harder and harder to think. "Do you want me to call your, uh, consorts?"

"I have what I want..." There was a thud that Kakkarot recognized as the sound of his father's armor hitting the ground. Ripping cloth followed.

Kami, if he didn't get out of here right now, he would challenge for the rights to Vejiita, and his father would bash his skull in. Competition during rut cared nothing for ties of family or friendship. Instinct ruled.

He walked several more steps, then turned around to see his naked father on his knees before the king, licking his stomach with a slow, hot tongue, hands cupping, squeezing, stroking. Eyes feral with lust turned to meet his own.

"Get... OUT..." Bardock growled. Vejiita's tail strapped his broad back. The king turned eyes hazy with desire on Kakkarot and suddenly grinned wickedly.

"Yessss... Go."

Kakkarot turned to flee, but that purring, snarling, royal voice followed him.

"Be back here in two hours."

Kakkarot ran.