Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dominion ❯ Chapter 5

Dominion

Author: Xero Sky

Date: July 2002

Pairings: Vejiita X Bardock, Vejiita X Kakkarot, for now.

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.

Chapter 5

An annoyed saiyajin stood outside the doors to the king's chambers. Her name was Tsuriya, and she was a commander in the Royal Guard, one of three who held that position directly below Nappa. At age three, her ki level had tested so high she'd been designated for the Royal Guard; as a consequence, she'd grown up in the palace, awaiting the day she would stand guard over a king only three years older. She had spent more hours standing in front of those doors than she cared to think about. She did not intend to spend 20 more seconds doing it now.

"You can open the door now, or you can watch me blow your guts out through your asshole," she said pleasantly, holding up a hand radiant with the promise of annihilation.

The Guard leader, to his credit, stood his ground. He tried to reason with her, which would have ensured his hideous death in another moment had the doors in question not been suddenly jerked open from inside. The enormous saiyajin male who emerged carefully shut the doors behind him, then turned on his unfortunate audience.

"What the FUCK IS THIS?" he roared. His voice rang up and down the corridor, brutalizing sensitive ears. The duty Guards wilted. The small detachment from the royal kitchen froze. Tsuriya snarled and advanced, tail bristling even though tightly wrapped around her waist.

"Do you want Vejiita-sama fed, or do want me to spend another hour out here arguing with these imbeciles?!"

Nappa growled at everyone in sight. "YOU," he said, pointing at the door squad leader, "review your standing orders about senior Guard officers and their access rights. "

"YOU," he continued, pointing at the crew with the food carts, "get inside."

"You," he said finally to Tsuriya, "power down or I'll burn you right here."

He sounded completely sincere, and she complied, though she bared her teeth at him as she did it. Waving her little convoy ahead of her, Tsuriya followed Nappa into the outer royal chambers. As pissed off as she was, defying Nappa was never a good survival tactic. She waited until the kitchen crew had left their considerable burdens behind and fled in an orderly manner. Then she closed the doors and the two senior Guards stared at each other.

"What was that?" Nappa asked more gently.

"That, " she said, calming down and forcing her tail to unwrap itself, "that was a Guard with his tail in a knot. First rut duty, I think. It was also a commander who's spent the last six damned hours arguing with General Hauk."

She sighed and ran a hand through spikey hair. Knowing better than to dare one of the couches, she collapsed onto an ornate, uncomfortable chair. Her struggle to get the meals past a Guard who thought "no visitors" meant her had been the cap on a shitty day of epic proportions.

"What's General Asshole's problem?" Nappa asked, checking through the trays of food. It was enough to feed four hungry saiyajins for the night, a considerable amount.

"He's threatening to have Commander Radditz declared feral."

The two Guards looked at each other while the implications sank in. A feral saiyajin was one who'd lost himself during oozaru and not been able to recover his reason after the transformation reversed. It was rare, but it was a danger every saiyajin faced on full moon nights. They were always closer to their roots than most species.

Irrational, extremely dangerous, and often not even fully changed back to normal form, feral saiyajins were usually unrecoverable. If caught, they were generally euthanized, since there was no known way to get the civilized saiyajin back once the wild one had totally usurped him. Being declared feral was a death sentence.

"No fucking way," Nappa said flatly, his tail bristling. "Tell him I will have his ass in Interrogation the minute he signs the order."

"Grounds?"

"Treason! Attempting to influence the king during rut by attacking the family of his partners!" Nappa fumed. "What the hell else do I need? The hairball's been missing for three days - there's no evidence he's gone feral at all!"

Tsuriya stood up, stretching and showing her fangs. "With your permission, then, I'll go show him how threatening's done. I'll draw up his arrest order. All it will need is your mark, and down he goes."

Interrogation and Detention were located four levels below ground.

"Fine!" Nappa fumed. "Prick, getting his moves in while I'm stuck in here."

"It's pretty much what we expected," she said, eyeing him appreciatively. He was a big man, but well-proportioned. Rippling muscles shifted as he moved.

"Still!" He finished inspecting the food, then looked at her expectantly. "Anything else?"

"No," she said. "Except if I don't get out of here now I'm gonna go into season. We really oughta extend scent conditioning to all Guards, you know?"

He eyed her. He might be immune to Vejiita's scent, but he wasn't immune to hers... or to the effect Vejiita's faint scent was having on her. Damned super saiyajin in rut, setting everyone off. Finally he shook his head to clear it.

She smirked. "I'm out of here," Tsuriya said. "Threatening generals puts me in a good mood, so that first. Then...a cold shower!"

Nappa laughed. "Cold shower first, woman, or it won't be much of a threat!"

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Soft purrs filled a room awash in the scents of saiyajin passion. A cherishing hand slid over warm, curvy flesh, fingers sampling here and there. An affectionate mouth nibbled. Tails coiled lightly.

"I promise I won't kill him." A soft, wet kiss.

"That's what you said before."

"I wasn't trying to kill him." A tender nip.

"You shoved his head through a wall, Bardock."

"Did it kill him?" Dark eyes widened in an attempt at innocence.

A rather unkind tug on his tail should have warned Bardock. It didn't.

"I thought you might want to play with us, but if you can't control yourself, you can stay here until I want you again." The words were spoken coldly, but the hot king was unable to quite keep his hands to himself. Bardock wasn't rut-crazed enough not to notice.

"Ou-sama," he purred, rolling over to lick at salty skin. "I live to pleasure you. Give me my arms back, and I will show you my full devotion. You don't know what I can do for you, love...."

Vejiita smirked. Love. Oh, he didn't doubt that Bardock did love him. The older saiyajin had, in one way or another, been devoted to Vejiita since the first time they'd met. Vejiita supposed that he loved Bardock too, though love wasn't a concept the king was really comfortable with. He trusted Bardock, and trust was far more important to him than anything as ambiguous as love.

Except that things changed during rut, ne? Kakkarot, who had never been all that close to him before, had the free run of his apartments, while Bardock was still handcuffed to his bed. If Bardock had been able to control his homicidal urges towards his own son, things would have been different. There were a number of ideas that Vejiita would have liked to explore involving both of his partners... It vexed him somewhat to be denied.

As it was, Bardock kept declaring his love for Vejiita, while Vejiita drifted back and forth between the pleasures of father and son, keeping them apart. Rut was driving them all crazy. Everyone knew that rut released the self. Things long hidden, truths unacknowledged, came to the fore. Bardock had become even more possessive of his king. Kakkarot had become sleazier than Vejiita had ever imagined, willingly, even enthusiastically exploring every kink the king could conceive of. That was a drastic change from the cheerful, yet private, young man who'd walked through the doors two days ago. Vejiita couldn't really say he was displeased though. He still burned.

He idly considered unlocking Bardock's cuffs, knowing that the older saiyajin wouldn't directly attempt to go after Kakkarot. His territorial aggression might be out of control, but Bardock wasn't stupid. Vejiita was fully capable of stopping him.

More likely, Bardock would simply attempt to fuck him senseless, hoping Vejiita would fall asleep without remembering to lock him up again. Vejiita smiled, then reached up to unlock one of the cuffs. Apparently Bardock didn't realize that Vejiita hadn't slept at all during this rut, relying on his vast energy reserves to replenish him instead. However, Vejiita didn't see any reason not to let the man at least try... Punishing him might be delicious.

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Kakkarot slept. He had finished his evening meal while Vejiita fed his father. It had seemed to take a very long time, but Kakkarot had known what distracted them. It had bothered him to think of it, but not too much. Not anymore. His territorial instincts were still fully intact, but he'd begun to think of things differently. Vejiita wanted his father. Not instead of Kakkarot, but in addition to him. It made Vejiita happy. Who was Kakkarot to deny him happiness? Especially since the king always returned to him.

The young man wasn't unaware of how much he was affected by this rut. He thought of it now as an opportunity to enact his every fantasy with the man who'd been the object of those fantasies for years. He wasn't ashamed of them now. He'd even confessed several of them to Vejiita, who'd been amused. And receptive.

Kakkarot felt free, somehow, here in the seclusion of the royal apartments, kept for the king's pleasure by Vejiita himself, and with the hulking threat of Nappa between him and the outside world. He'd been in the army since childhood. Before that he'd lived within the security restraints of the palace, and of having a famous father. Now he served under Radditz, who looked out for him far more than was necessary, or welcome.

Here and now, his only responsibility was to pleasure his king, to help him through the rut.

Thus far, that had corresponded exactly with his own pleasures.

Vejiita was beautiful. Handsome of face and body, passionate, smart, witty, perverted...everything Kakkarot could ask of a partner. Power, always a potent saiyajin aphrodisiac, was evident in everything about Vejiita: the way he walked, his smile, the sound of his voice, the lashing of his tail...the way he drove Kakkarot insane with desire.

Somehow Kakkarot felt more entirely himself with Vejiita than with anyone else in his whole life. The freedom of intimate touch had led to other freedoms, of opinion and behavior and self. He knew it wouldn't last.

In a little while, the rut would be over, and all of this hormonal happiness would fade away. Kakkarot would go back to Radditz with a few discreet stories to tell, and Vejiita would still be king. He had no regrets. The sweetest fantasies, the ones he would never tell Vejiita about, would still be unobtainable, but they'd still be his.

And, damn, it was fun while it lasted.

The young saiyajin purred in his sleep, tail moving slowly back and forth. He did not wake up when Vejiita came to the bed and stood over him, watching. His nose crinkled a bit at the scent of his father's lust, but that was all.

Vejiita thought idly that he'd rarely ever seen anything as beautiful in his life. Dark hair, fair skin, a face drawn in sharp strokes. A body of muscled delight, and a scent that nearly begged for seduction. There was more. A certain purity was present in that face, despite the years of hard experience he knew lay behind it. This one was unspoiled, untouched by the weary cynicism that clouded so much of Vejiita's life now. Unspoiled as his father was, and as his brother was not.

He'd made the right decision in relying on these two. Neither would seek advantage from it, which was precisely why he'd reward them as handsomely as he knew how.

His brow furrowed. Such rewards were more and more likely to be necessary now, as the rut drew on. He still ached. The purpose of this rut still escaped him, and he could feel his control eroding. Bardock's stubbornness and Kakkarot's playfulness were wearing on him a little. The urge to dominate was not assuaged by his existing dominance, and violence always lay just beneath his surface. It was a trait encouraged by the pressures of kingship, and now the rut erased inhibitions.

As it happened, nn the bedroom behind him, Bardock lay unconscious. As expected, the rut-crazed man had attempted to slip away when Vejiita feigned sleep after their coupling. Knowing it would happen had not prevented the rage that filled Vejiita as he felt Bardock's weight leaving the bed. It was to his credit that he had simply hit the right pressure points on Bardock's spine, knocking him out, rather than giving in to the urge to beat him.

It reflected rather more darkly on him that he'd ravaged the unconscious man afterwards, leaving him still slowly bleeding, cuffed solidly back to the bedframe. His affections for Bardock ran deep. The madness of the rut ran deeper.

His smile turned predatory as he looked at the beauty sleeping naked before him.

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Radditz felt something wet touching his face, and he automatically tried to pull back. That weak movement was enough to spark the pain in his head, though, and he groaned at the deep ache that seemed about to crack his skull open.

"Shhhh," a voice said. "Don't make it worse."

Not making it worse sounded good, but he couldn't place that voice, or the scents he was picking up, or the odd hum of machinery. He tried to open his eyes, but found only darkness waiting for him.

"You're blind," the voice said almost sympathetically. It was almost a familiar voice, close enough to run chills down his spine at the coldness of it. "It won't be permanent, but it'll keep you out of trouble for now."

"What the fuck is this?" Radditz growled. His hands and feet were free, and although he seemed to be wounded, he was still too groggy to know exactly where. He'd been in bad situations before, but none quite like this.

"Oh, I don't think you need to know just yet," the voice said, amused. "You don't have to actually do a damned thing now, except live."

"Who the fuck are you?" Hands slid under his armpits, pulling him up. They were surprisingly gentle. Radditz swung at their owner, but his balance was badly off somehow, and he only collapsed. Arms caught him and held him, and he found himself weakly leaning against warm flesh. He caught a scent that seemed faintly familiar and yet alien, and he stiffened, trying to place it.

"Now, now," the voice said gently. "No need to make this unpleasant. I'm leading you to a bunk. You need to lie down."

Radditz pushed back and tried to stand, but wobbled fiercely. Something was vastly wrong with him, but he couldn't place it. Everything seemed to hurt. "What the fuck's wrong with me?"

Strong arms simply picked him up and carried him some little distance before depositing him on a soft mattress, rolling him on his side. "Rest. You've had a hard time. I'll bring food and drink in a little while."

Radditz wasn't having it. He got unsteadily to his feet and managed to snarl. "I said, what the fuck is WRONG with me?"

A wave of dizziness hit him, and he was caught before he could collapse. To his humiliation, he was tucked gently back into the same position in bed again, as if he couldn't manage it himself. And maybe he couldn't. He had never felt this bad before, not even when hung over or wounded in battle. He opened his mouth to demand answers, but something soft touched his mouth, forestalling him.

"I imagine that some of it's the drug that's causing the blindness. It's washing out your sense of smell, too, in case you wondered. Hearing's still sharp, though. But I'd guess that most of the problem is that I cut your tail off."

Horrified, Radditz immediately felt for his tail and found only a well-bandaged stump. Touching it caused agony to lance up his spine, and he groaned out loud, through clenched teeth. Nausea hit him, and the world spun away from him. A darkness more profound than before overtook him. He didn't feel the hand that touched his cheek, or hear the voice bid him a rough goodnight.

"Sleep, boy."

Tbc