Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 3

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:

*....* 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 3

Vejiita slid into the hot water slowly, letting the warmth creep up his body. He purred at the sensual pleasure of it. Bardock had given him any number of scratches across his back before he had cuffed the man down, and now they burned and ached in the water, making a small shiver of delight roll up his spine. Sore muscles welcomed the heat. Other sore places did not. With a deep sigh, he let himself relax, his tail moving back and forth slowly, the fur waving in the water.

He poured himself a glass of red wine from a decanter nearby and drank slowly, savoring the taste. The traces of Bardock's blood in his mouth mixed delightfully with the wine, and he smiled, canines showing.

Bardock hadn't disappointed. Neither in his enthusiasm nor in his understanding of the situation. Vejiita wasn't at all surprised. Bardock and Nappa had been the only constants in his life since he was a child. They had never failed him.

It pained him somewhat that he hadn't been able to discuss his needs ahead of time with Bardock, but, really, no one volunteered to help out with rut. Until the hormones kicked in, the whole idea of rut seemed a little bizarre, even if you'd gone through it before. Once the musk was in the air, things were different. Until then, the idea of offering yourself up as the target for a lust-crazed lunatic's attentions just wasn't that appealing.

Not unless that lunatic was your mate, in which case you most likely went into rut too. Or unless that lunatic was the king, in which case 90% of the parasites in the palace would be thrilled to help him out. There were more than enough helpful souls out there, all of whom were looking for some advantage. They schemed for favors, or for a child, or the simple fact of having the king indebted to them.

During rut, without previous plans in place, he would have been easy prey. That kind of vulnerability sickened him. He had always been safe with Bardock. Always.

Saiyajin ruts weren't cyclical. They were triggered by needs of the body and of the mind, but that didn't mean you could tell why one was happening. His previous three ruts had gotten him three heirs, so it was easy enough to tell what needs he'd been satisfying then. He'd been obsessing over the continuance of his line for weeks before each rut. He'd already had his consorts picked out and the nurseries readied when that vague itching had blown up into inferno.

This one puzzled him, though. He hadn't a clue what he was in such need of. Surely three brats were enough?

No matter. Bardock was delicious. What luck, too, that Kakkarot had come home on leave right before the first signs of rut had started. He didn't want to harm Bardock, and having his son around would mean less danger to either of them.

Until rut ended, in a few hours, or a few days, he would have increasingly less restraint. Rationality would wane as instinct ruled. His power was off the charts already, miles beyond any other living saiyajin. The rut would continue until whatever need had triggered it was satisfied. If it went too long, he would grow more wild. Perhaps dangerous. Probably so, in truth.

With two energetic partners, ones he actually cared about, there was less chance of anything unpleasant happening. He hoped they could keep up with him. At least for a few hours at a time. With any luck, he was only in need of a decent fuck, and this would be over soon.

His earlier ruts had been fairly brief, matters of a day or two. He had been rutting for offspring, and his consorts had reacted to his scent by becoming fertile and conceiving pretty quickly. They had all three spent a fair amount of time in Medical afterwards, though, and not for prenatal care. He hadn't had any feelings for them that would have encouraged restraint or care on his part. He still didn't, actually. He had his heirs, and they had status. Just business.

This time would be just pleasure. Since he apparently had to be in rut, he meant it to be enjoyable, for all. He would be careful of Bardock and Kakkarot both, for as long as he could be.

He swam in the warm waters, loving the feel of it surrounding his sensitive body. Rut heightened all of his senses. Everything seemed clearer, sharper, *more*. He felt so incredibly *good*. Giddy, even. Energy seemed to thrum through his limbs, making his tail fluff out, rekindling his erection. He stretched, feeling tendons and bones crackle. He swore he could feel each individual strand on his tail as it moved with the water. And it felt won..der..ful.

Already the soreness was gone, the scratches healed. His body adjusted itself to keep him capable during the rut. The complex chemicals in his musk would spark the same process in his partners. If he hadn't been so much stronger and cared more, maybe that would have kept his consorts out of the hospital.

He found himself thinking of Kakkarot, and smirked at his own predictability. He'd known Kakkarot since the brat was a baby. Bardock's family had lived at the palace since Vejiita's coronation. It had been a long time since he'd actually seen Kakkarot, though, or spent any time with him. Bardock had insisted on all the privileges of his new rank, but he saw to it that his sons did their duties. Both brats had been serving at the front since they were capable of it.

Kakkarot had developed into a warrior of some skill, with a good reputation. By all reports, he had a shining future ahead of him. Vejiita wondered if he had the same attitude to handcuffs as his father...

Where *was* he, anyway? Nappa was standing guard, as he would be throughout the rut, so Kakkarot *would* be here. Was he late? Why was there no damned timepiece in this room?

Vejiita's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Then he shook his head. No, Nappa wouldn't touch Kakkarot. The musk that Kakkarot no doubt still smelled of was the only one Nappa wouldn't respond to, so `accidents' were impossible. Nor was Nappa a stupid man, or Vejiita would have been rid of him long ago. Besides which, the huge bodyguard was involved with yet another set of, what, twins? Triplets? Whatever. The point was, Nappa wasn't on the prowl.

He damned well *better* not be...

A growl echoed through the chamber. Followed by sudden laughter. Vejiita spiraled up into the air above the bath. A shaft of sunlight turned him into a vision of glory, tanned skin glowing gold, drops of water running down muscled perfection and then shimmering into diamonds as they flew away. A spray of brilliance spun from his tail. He was Vejiita no Ou. No one challenged him! No one dared! He turned his face up to blue skies and twin suns shining down on *his* world, *his* people. Beyond them were a hundred other worlds that trembled at his name. And a thousand more that would. Vegetasei had no gods to equal him.

*Wonder how Kakkarot would like me as a blonde?*

Giggling helplessly, he fell back into the water with a titanic splash.

*******

The hallway leading into the king's private quarters was the longest one Kakkarot had ever walked in his life.

His footsteps echoed.

Loudly.

He had been in combat more or less continuously for the last fourteen years. Twice contracts had been taken out by enemies just to kill *him*. He had torn the hearts out of his foes, crushed armies, and smashed cities. He'd gone into battle with a fleet in space, as oozaru into the heart of a city, as saiyajin with nothing but his own hide and hands against battalions.

None of it had been quite as freaky as walking down this hallway.

*Idiot!* he thought. *There's no enemy here! The only thing at the end of this is....*

Vejiita.

"Aw, *shit*." His voice seemed preternaturally loud too.

Nappa, despite his reputation, had been a perfectly civil host. Kakkarot had skipped the cold shower, but accepted the offer of a meal. Conversation had been a little awkward, but he'd never been in this position before. Eating lunch with the head of the king's security guard while awaiting his turn as the royal love toy just wasn't something life had prepared him for. Nappa had seemed sympathetic. He hadn't even laughed at Kakkarot's escape from that miserable couch.

When the time came, Nappa had shooed him down the hallway like he was sending his son to the first day of school. Kakkarot hadn't known whether to thank him or disembowel him. Either way, Nappa wouldn't have let him touch him, so he supposed it hadn't mattered. Without even touching Vejiita yet, Kakkarot was marked property.

He had blushed scarlet as soon as he turned down the hall, and felt stupid for it. This wasn't considered a humiliation. No one saw it that way. His father hadn't. He didn't. In fact, by most standards, it was an honor to be called to serve the king so. Kakkarot wasn't embarrassed by the general facts of the matter.

It was the details that were making him sweat.

He was disgusted with himself. After all, it could be worse. It could have been someone else as king, some disgusting old sack of guts. Hell, if things had been different, it could have been Furiza. It was just Vejiita. The same Vejiita he'd grown up around.

The same Vejiita he'd had a crush on since he was, what, 12?

Suddenly the hallway didn't seem long enough.

tbc