Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Empire ❯ Proposals and First Times ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of it's characters

A.N: Okay, people, we're gonna get a little squicky in this chapter. There's some non-squick lemon-ish in this chapter: OC/K. This chapter gets a it more in depth about where the story is going and hints at possible future Mpreg.

“Commander Nappa told me something odd today. He said that he met you and you were working in an antique shop. What in the hell was he talking about?”

He was using that dangerously calm voice that Kakarott had learned to fear.

It had been nearly two weeks since the Commander had first come into the antique shop. He had been back five times since then, each time talking to Kakarott at some length. Even in his worst fears about the Commander's continued visits, he hadn't thought about the possibility of Raditz finding out.

They were standing near the front door which Raditz had yanked him through the moment he had come home. His older brother was blocking the stairwell and he felt trapped.

Raditz grabbed his shoulders and shoved him hard against the door when he didn't respond.

“What-was-he-talking-about?” he said slowly in that same quiet voice.

Kakarott was shaking, but he didn't want to make things worse.

“I've been working at the antique shop in the shopping district,” He replied, bracing himself for a blow.

Raditz squeezed his shoulders painfully. Kakarott cowered as he looked at him intensely.

“How many times has he seen you?” Raditz asked quietly, his voice a little softer, though Kakarot was sure his grip was bruising him.

“Five times..I think.”

Raditz stood still for a moment before punching him hard in the stomach. He doubled over, collapsing to his knees.

“You complete fool. You don't even realize what you've done.”

Kakarott looked up at his brother, arms still wrapped around his middle.

“The Commander asked me if I had given you away.”

Kakarott gave him a few confused blinks before he rolled his eyes and clarified.

“If I had plans to marry you to anyone.”

Oh. He had forgotten that bit of Saiyan culture. Their world was so mixed with old and new ways that he couldn't remember what was archaic and what was not.

He was what was referred to as a “bearer” in Saiyan culture. This meant that he was born with the ability to become pregnant. It was the reason why he had been kept by his family rather than sent out on missions. Bearers were often both loathed for their weakness and treasured for their rarity.

It was custom that in the event that a family has no daughters, a son who is a bearer may be married off to a usually older male in order to bear children for him.

Kakarott had never really been confronted with the possibility that he would be married off. Sure, Raditz had threatened him with such a thing several times to frighten him into obedience, but he had been sure that he never would.

He stood up slowly.

“I had planned to marry you to Rice, but---”

“No,” Kakarott interrupted, shaking his head as he realized what he was going to say.

“It's for the best. Do you realize how rich the Commander is? You'll have a much better life.”

“NO!!!”

Tears started to run down his face. He wanted to tell Raditz that the Commander would never love him the way Rice would, that he could never love him that way. But he knew that his brother would just laugh.

“What did father say about it?” He sobbed.

Raditz raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“You seriously think father gives a damn what happens to you? I haven't seen him in months and he ignores most of my transmissions.”

“YOU'RE DOING THIS FOR YOURSELF! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT! DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING STUPID OR SOMETHING?” Kakarott raved, suddenly brave in his grief.

Raditz just stared at him, nonplussed.

“Did he make you a guard?” Kakarott asked, suddenly speaking softly again.

“Kakarott--”

“DID HE?! I think it's only fair to know what I was sold for. You at least owe me that.”

“Yes, but---”

“How long do I have? When does he want me?”

His brother glared at him with a look of disgust so intense he could almost feel his skin burn from it.

“A week,” he spat, “One week and I'll be rid of you.”

Kakarott started to cry again. He felt alone and he wanted desperately to be loved. He turned and opened the front door. Raditz didn't try to stop him as he left the house and ran toward Rice's.

 

He pounded hard on Rice's front door, sobbing. The windows were open tonight.

Rice shouted something indistinct and then the front door opened a few seconds later.

He stood there, tanned and shirtless, his short spiky hair was similar to Kakarott's own. He had been smiling slyly until he saw that Kakarott was crying.

He stood aside so that the boy could enter the house.

His house was barer than Kakarott's own, but a bit nicer. Kakarott sat down on the threadbare sofa and tried to calm down.

Rice sat down in a wooden chair not far from the sofa and sighed heavily.

“So he's told you, then,” he said after a moment of silence.

“Y-Yeah.”

“...I'm sorry...but maybe it really is for the best.”

Kakarott started to cry hard just then. Rice waited patiently for him to stop. He didn't make fun of him or tell him to shut up.

“I'm scared,” he confessed as he tried to stop crying, “I don't know anything about this kind of thing.”

“Well, think about it: he's a Commander. THE Commander. He probably won't have much time to spend with you anyway and you can just spend your time spending his money.”

Kakarott nodded.

“Yeah, but I'm more worried about the time he will spend with me...” he shuddered visibly.

“You'll...get used to it.”

Kakarott was silent. Everything seemed like a nightmare. This was beyond anything he could ever have dreamed up.

“Dammit!” Rice said, “How could Raditz do this without even talking to you?”

“Because he's a selfish prick. He hates me,”

Rice shook his head.

“He doesn't hate you. He's just bitter. He had a hard life and then your father dumped you on him when you were just a kid. But I will give you that he's a selfish bastard.”

“I'm going to stay here tonight,” Kakarott said suddenly, gaging his reaction.

He just nodded without looking at him. Kakarott stretched out on the couch. Rice stood, getting the hint.

“I'll get blankets.”

Kakarott turned his head and looked at an old picture sitting on the nearly new coffee table. It was of Raditz and Rice standing together in some ruined landscape. They were wearing armor so Kakarott assumed they had just finished a purge.

They were younger than him in the picture and they were smiling. Kakarott had never seen Raditz look so happy. They each had an arm around each other's shoulders and looked cocky, but amicable at the same time. Kakarott wondered where that Raditz had gone.

His eyes filled with tears. There were pictures like that at home too. He wasn't in any of them. It was as if they had suddenly stopped taking pictures when he had been born and what made him sad was that it was probably true.

Rice returned with the blankets and tossed them to Kakarott, politely ignoring the fact that he had tears streaming down his face.

“There you go. See you tomorrow,” he said, turning to leave.

“How long have you and Raditz been friends?” Kakarott asked suddenly.

Rice furrowed his brows in thought.

“Twenty years? Something like that. A long time at any rate.”

“Why?”

He chuckled.

“Why not? Look, you'd be an asshole too if you had to start raising someone else's kid in your prime. He's not that way all the time, though.”

“It's just me, then? I ruined everything.”

Rice didn't say anything. Part of Kakarott liked that he didn't intend to bullshit him, but the other part had kind of hoped he would. Instead he smiled wryly at him and then turned off the light in the living room.

“Believe me, it's your father more than anything,” he said as he left.

Kakarott pulled the blankets over himself. As he stared at the ceiling,a feeling washed over him. He wanted to destroy something so terribly that it ached inside him. He wondered what would happen if he went home and slit his brother's throat ear to ear as he slept.

Would Rice still love him?Would his father disown him? Would he care?

He rolled over and looked at the picture again by the light of the street lamp outside.

He was fourteen and Raditz was fifteen years older than him. He assumed Rice was about the same age as Raditz, 29. He was still pretty young.

He wondered what Rice's body would feel like on top of his...

He shook his head. No. Evil, impure thoughts.

He rolled over, facing away from the picture.

Would he hold me, take his time, or would he be hurried, business-like?

Kakarott felt himself hardening. He wondered if Rice liked him that way. Raditz had said that he would have married him to Rice, which implied that Rice had accepted the offer. But that could have been out of benevolence, a duty to an old friend.

He tried to close his eyes and ignore his own arousal, but thoughts just kept pouring into his head.

Would his natural kindness be preserved in mating or would he be bestial, wilder, crueler? Kakarott had to admit that the later turned him on almost as much as the former.

And then a darker though crept into his mind. He would never know any of those things. All he would know was Commander Nappa. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Before he could stop himself, he was ascending the stairs.

Last door on the left...

He stood in the doorway for just a moment. Rice's room was much barer than one would expect of a bedroom. There were no personal trinkets, no keepsakes, or pictures.

Kakarott was sure that if he had moved in with Rice, that he wouldn't have much more to put up. He had no worthwhile memories.

I am so lonely...

At first, Rice barely noticed when Kakarott climbed into bed with him. He had just shifted to make room for him.

Kakarott felt awkward. He had never been in such a situation. He didn't know what to do. Rice was facing away from him and he didn't know if he should wake him.

He ended up rubbing Rice's muscled and tanned arm until he turned and looked at him skeptically. He looked him in the eyes for several minutes. He seemed to understand. He rolled over and drew Kakarott into his arms.

Kakarott hugged him desperately as they kissed silently. Rice kissed him all over and Kakarott was terribly confused.

Rice ripped Kakarott's clothes apart after he was finished with his shorts, not bothering with buttons or zippers. Kakarott didn't care, he was just so happy to be wanted by someone. His hands freely explored skin that was not his own for the first time in his life and he moaned as Rice suckled each of his nipples in turn.

Rice sat back away from him, straddling his closed legs.

He reached for something—lotion--on the night table. He put some on himself and then coated his fingers before putting it back.

He moved, spreading Kakarott's legs with one of his own and resting one of the boy's legs on his shoulder, He put one finger inside and Kakarott jerked even though the probing was gentle. Rice smiled at him, shaking a dark spike of hair from his eyes. He entered him with another finger. It hurt a bit, but Kakarott relaxed and it was fine. When he was finished, he removed his fingers and put Kakarott's other leg over his other shoulder and positioned himself.

He looked down at the boy for a long time. He caressed his face and smoothed his hair, but he didn't speak. It seemed almost unholy, a sacrilege to utter words.

Neither of them spoke any words for a while and the only sounds to be heard were the mundane and blessed things Kakarott cherished like sweet music---creaking of bedsprings,soft panting breath, crickets and passing cars. He felt as if he would overflow with love and pleasure. He decided that this is what he would miss most when he died----existing in the same space and time with Rice.

Everything felt blurry and wonderful and surreal. Everything was all smooth skin and soft caresses and confessions. And Kakarott cried.

Rice had stopped and looked at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, looking concerned.

Kakarott nodded and rubbed Rice's arms to let him know to continue.

Kakarott finished first, spraying them both with his result and writhing on the moonlit bed. Rice tumbled down after him, roaring and collapsing on top of him.

Kakarott made a mental note that Rice's body was hard, but warm against his. They stayed the way they were for a moment before Rice kissed him one last time, a kiss both beautiful and filled with sorrow and longing, and then turned back toward the window, drifting off into peaceful slumber once more.

Kakarott stayed awake for a long time, staring at Rice's bare back. He knew that this would probably be the only time. He wallowed in the melancholy of the end.