Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Macha

Disclaimer: I don't own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating - NC-17

Warnings - INCEST. And although I don't know that it is so much a warning for this group as it is an encouragement…Yaoi (M/M, M/M/M). Followed by, ice, fire, body modification, voyeurism, bonding, tails, S & M, slave/master, character death, lemons, limes, random Japanese terms, A/U, wishes. (And I apologize for any other warnings I have forgotten!)

Pairings - (stepping out on a limb here folks) Lemons: Prince Vegeta/Kakarott/Gohan, K/Gh, PV/K, Radditz/Gh, V/Gh, V/G.

A/N: THANKS FOR STICKING WITH ME HOSHI! This is also the shortest chapter in the bunch folks.

Idomu - Chapter 5

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Goku flopped back in the grass with a sigh. This sparring session with Vegeta had been more fun than a work out. He shifted slightly in surprise as Vegeta joined him, back down on the grass.

“Hn,” Vegeta grunted at something.

“Yeah?” Goku asked. Vegeta rarely made noises that didn't have meaning.

Vegeta scanned the sky. He could breathe, and survive here…but the sky was nothing like Vegeta-sei's; except on very rare occasions. Like very early morning hours, or late in the evening ones. Right now, it was close to noon…nothing but blue….

Goku turned his attention back to the sky when he didn't receive an answer from Vegeta immediately. `Probably thinking about Vegeta-sei,' he thought to himself. Vegeta had been doing that a lot lately. Goku understood Vegeta had to dig into his memories to give Goku and Videl even an inkling of what Gohan might be experiencing while he was away.

“Do you think he'll appreciate it, when he gets back?” Goku asked Vegeta, not really expecting a response. He was still surprised Vegeta had stayed after the spar.

“Appreciate what?” Vegeta asked, closing his eyes. It was a calming thought; someone on this mud ball besides him would know Vegeta-sei…he was actually looking forward the day the baka's son returned. Another two months, and they would be able to begin the search for the dragon balls…the woman had even made more of the radars in order for the search to go faster.

“The sky?” Goku asked. Was his son in the mines Vegeta had explained…or was he…doing something else? Goku shifted uncomfortably at the thought.

“Hn,” was Vegeta's non-committal reply.

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“What are you writing?” Kakarott asked the slave. He was a bundle of nerves. Since this whole plan had begun he hadn't been in Vegeta's presence…it was starting to get to him.

Gohan looked up from the journal he had started keeping. It was safe enough. No one on this planet could read it, “The bread recipe,” he said.

Kakarott shook his head. The slave wrote some of the strangest things down. “How can you be so calm?” he finally asked.

Gohan sighed, setting the journal aside. “I really am not,” he admitted, but smiled all the same. “You are certain your father's lab contains all the things I stated?” he asked. He was still surprised Bardock was such a scientist…

“Yes…absolutely. I corresponded with him two days ago. He was ecstatic about the schematics you had me send him. He was kind of concerned as to why…”

“You didn't tell him? Did you?” Gohan asked.

“No…of course not,” Kakarott gave the slave a scolding look, “He'll have his answers soon enough.”

Gohan raised his hands, “Okay…just thought I would check.”

Kakarott threw himself onto his mattress. Tonight was the last night he could be with Vegeta in almost a year…well, if he trained harder, it could be done sooner! Sayo, how he wanted it to be sooner! Wasn't it dinnertime yet? Vegeta had indicated he had something special planned for tonight….

Gohan picked up a book from the floor, flipping through it, until he found the section describing the surgery he would have to undergo in order to have the fuujiru removed. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. That was an awfully big chunk of vertebra to remove from around the spinal cord. “Prince Vegeta is certain he's got capable people lined up for this, right?” Gohan asked nervously.

“Absolutely,” Kakarott stated as he stared up at the ceiling. Guessing what the prince had in mind wasn't helping. They both jumped as they felt Vegeta's ki spike in a coded series. “Finally!” Kakarott exclaimed, jumping up from his bed.

Gohan smiled and put the book down. He strapped the collar on while the concubine waited impatiently before handing the leash to him, smiling indulgently as it was tugged at eagerly as they hurried towards the prince's rooms.

Several servants were leaving as they came into view. Kakarott waited until they were a bit down the hall before knocking at the door nervously. He pushed it open at a quiet, “Enter.”

The room was almost dark when they first entered, and there was a bit of confusion as someone grabbed the leash from Kakarott's hands, “Sorry, sir, orders,” was whispered to him.

Gohan followed who ever had taken over the leash's control to the left side of the room. He flinched as the same person reached up to take off the collar, “Again, sorry, orders,” and Gohan relaxed. He fumbled with a bit of paper that was pressed into his hand.

Kakarott stayed by the entry, not certain what he was supposed to do as he heard the exchange between the servant and the slave. Moments later, the man was brushing by him on his way out the door, “Have a good evening, sir,” the servant said with a chuckle in his voice.

Vegeta smirked as he listened to his concubine fidget by the doorway, but said nothing. Kakarott wouldn't have to wait long in order to see what was going on. As soon as the door closed, the prince lit the wick his finger was touching. He used the light from the one candle to light several others, his smirk turning into a sly smile as Kakarott gasped.

Kakarott stepped forward. The prince's front room had undergone a huge make over in order to fit the low table that was set with food. All sorts of dishes he rarely had a chance to enjoy were placed about; most of them being the type that could be enjoyed cold or only mildly warm. “Care to join me, Kakarott?” Vegeta asked when the sayian didn't sit right away. The concubine blushed and took a cross-legged seat on the pillow set at the corner from the prince's.

Gohan was busy reading what the piece of paper he had in his hands said. He looked at up at the pitchers, one white mead, one red wine, and a smaller one of water. He smiled at the note, “Help yourself, but not too much.” He glanced up as the prince covertly cleared his throat and grabbed the one with wine and went to the table, pouring it into their mugs, hoping not to spill any. He was thankful the dishes had already been laid out, and the note indicated they would be serving themselves. He returned to the shelf he had been stationed at (he could have sworn there were usually books on it), before reading further down the note, lifting the lid to one of the trays on the shelves further down from the pitchers. He snuck some bread out quietly and began eating his own meal with as little noise as possible.

The room stayed quiet for some time, the only sounds people eating, a grunt of approval now and then…sayians weren't the best conversationalists when there was food to be had. Gohan kept a careful eye on their mugs, interrupting his own meal repeatedly to keep them full. He finished reading the instructions after he poured the last of the mead.

As the feeding frenzy started to slow, Vegeta kept a covert eye on Kakarott. He knew his concubine didn't prefer rich foods, so he had kept the fair simple with a touch of the exotic. He watched which ones his chosen visited repeatedly, keeping the information in mind for later. He also knew his concubine…he nudge himself mentally…this would be the last night he could call Kakarott that. He also knew Kakarott was not much of a drinker. Vegeta smiled knowingly at the slight flush the alcohol had brought to Kakarott's features.

Kakarott sighed and sat back, a small smile on his face. The food was practically gone, only dressings and spreads left with an occasional crumb. He turned his gaze up to Vegeta, blushing at the predatory gaze his prince was giving him…how long had it been since he'd blushed in the prince's presence? “I think I might have a buzz,” he whispered as Vegeta leaned towards him.

“I know,” Vegeta said, indicating it had been intentional on his part. He pressed his lips to his concubine's gently, reaching a hand up to the back of the other's head.

Kakarott moaned as Vegeta tangled their tongues. Vegeta's tail knocked into some of the dishes, but neither was paying much attention to what was going on around them. Gohan stepped stealthily over to the table and started pinching wicks out between his fingers, moving the ones he deemed necessary further away. Gohan shook his head at himself; the prince probably didn't want to start any fires while starting fires. `Ah, that was just corny,' he snickered to himself, the alien wine having more of an affect on him than he had suspected, as he leaned against the wall and drank the last from his mug.

The table was shifted along the floor as the prince pressed it out of the way to get closer to Kakarott. Kakarott shifted to his knees as the prince came to him and yielded as his prince's strong arms wrapped around him crushingly. Frantic, fevered kisses followed, starving him for air he did not care to breathe. He started as Vegeta's fingers began undoing the buttons of his shirt and growled as he pressed his hands to the prince's chest, not having the same advantage. He whined as his hands were pressed down as Vegeta shifted his shirt off his shoulders. Kakarott gasped as the prince let his knees spread apart and dragged his torso closer so he could tease one of his nipples with his tongue. That was a surprise…a nice one. He purred as his hand pressed gently on the back of Vegeta's head as he watched what he could of his demise.

Vegeta chuckled and obliged his concubine's wish, gently sucking on the tidbit of sensitive skin he had taken into his mouth. The wine was working nicely…Kakarott was less the professional and acting more the needy sayian. Kakarott's gasps came in time with his sucking and he nipped gently just to hear the catch in the other's breathing. Vegeta groaned…this sayian made him insane. He slid one hand up the concubine's side, kneading the flesh under his fingers as he went. Gripping, clutching…

“Nnnnn,” Kakarott whined as he inclined his chest closer to Vegeta mouth, “Aaaah,” he ran his hands through Vegeta's thick hair as the other nipped him again.

It was pure torture watching them. Gohan sunk to the floor, trying to still his own breathing. He knew he may have been acting the servant for this little get together, but he was still the slave…he groaned and fisted his hands in his hair as Kakarott threw his head back and howled in pleasure.

Vegeta growled around Kakarott's other nipple. His plans of taking it torturously slow were deteriorating quickly. He had no control when it came to Kakarott…the thought startled him momentarily, before it was lost to the onslaught of much more pleasant thoughts…like Kakarott reaching for his hand and pressing against his erection, as the concubine reached for his with his other hand. He panted as he stroked and kissed down the other's abs, going far enough Kakarott lost his hold on him as he dipped his tongue into the concubine's navel teasingly.

It was too much…and not enough. Kakarott once again made a move to start taking the prince's clothing off, detesting the slight advantage the other gained from having the material still covering his flesh. He growled in pleasure as this time, the prince was more than ready for him to continue.

There was a slight tangle of pants legs that neither of them noticed in their hurry to shed clothing; and then they were kneeling, sweat graced skin gliding against the other's body. Kakarott reached for Vegeta's tail and erection simultaneously causing the prince to arch back from their kiss as his breath came out in a shuddering sigh. The paralysis didn't last long as Vegeta became a blur of movement for a moment. The pillow he had been using earlier was thrown up on the table, and then Kakarott felt his chest being pressed into it.

The concubine whined and pressed his hips back as Vegeta held his tail out of the way as the prince reached for something on the table. Kakarott hissed as something cool and wet was poured over him, shivering when the liberally used substance trickled down his length. He pressed back again as he felt Vegeta's fingers prod him.

Vegeta watched Kakarott grind back with lidded eyes. He let the other seductively torment him visually for a few moments before he with drew his fingers and pushed himself into Kakarott.

Twin calls had Gohan practically squirming on the floor; his mind clouded with lust and drink. He sat on his hands, but removed them quickly as he started touching himself. His longing groan was masked by Kakarott's torturous calls.

Vegeta ran his hand the length of Kakarott's tail as he brought it up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around a portion of the middle of it. He dropped his hands down the grip at Kakarott's hips and finally started a satisfying frantic rhythm. He ran the tip of his tongue along the portion of furred flesh in his mouth as he closed his eyes.

Kakarott's back arched away from the table, and he came, screaming. Vegeta lost his hold on his concubine's tail as he gasped at the spasm that shook him and then dragged him down with the other. He laid his head against Kakarott's back, panting heavily. He purred in pleasure once his breathing slowed and his purr was echoed back from the skin he had his cheek pressed against. The prince moaned in dismay as he withdrew from the other.

Kakarott whined, unable to move for a moment. He wrapped his fingers around the hand suddenly reaching for his. Glancing up dazedly, he groaned as he stood to wobbly legs and followed Vegeta obediently not knowing, and really not caring, where they were headed.

Gohan grit his teeth and stood as Vegeta led Kakarott to his showers. His resilience, if the note were correct, would be rewarded soon enough. He stripped his clothes off at Vegeta's bedroom door and then entered, looking for the things the instructions said would be there.

The few candles around the room barely gave off enough light for him to see the fur on the floor off to the side of the bed. Gohan knelt and picked up the used training outfit and rubbed it as best he could around his neck, shoulders and back, before taking it to the hamper. He knelt on the floor before picking up the next object laid ready for him: a leather gag. He placed the ball in his mouth before strapping it behind his head. Lastly, one of the red silk blindfolds went over his eyes. He tied it securely in place before settling to wait. His ears and nose became hyper aware. He could pick up Vegeta's scent on him, but it did not totally mask his own and he wondered if the prince had something in mind to take care of that.

Gohan's eyes slowly became adjusted to their new environment and the candle's light wavered behind his eyelids. What seemed like an eternity later he heard the water flowing through the pipes in the walls stop. Gohan waited impatiently once the prince and the concubine entered the room. He listened, as their steps would start then falter as they made their way slowly his direction. Heavy breathing through noses as they kissed teased his mind with memories: most pleasant.

Finally, Gohan felt the fur under his knees shift the slightest bit, and a quiet, “Vegeta?”

“Sssssssh,” Gohan heard the prince coax.

Kakarott hadn't paid much attention to the slave kneeling on the floor. It was not uncommon for him to be in their presence when they had sex. However, he had been expecting to go to the prince's bed, so he was thrown off guard as Vegeta lead him to the fur the slave was kneeling on. He finally took a moment to become more aware of his surroundings, as Vegeta kissed his neck, turning his gaze down. The slave had gagged and blindfolded himself. He resisted only slightly as Vegeta pressed down on his shoulders before he knelt on the fur behind the slave.

The concubine started as Vegeta picked up another blindfold off of the fur and walked behind him. He felt the prince kneel behind him, but jerked slightly as the strip of red cloth was brought in front of his face, “Vegeta?” he asked again.

Vegeta still didn't know how to address his fantasy verbally. He knew what he wanted could be cause to call him depraved. Giving voice to his desire was not something he was willing to do: not yet. He kissed soothingly up the concubine's spine, his arms pivoting over Kakarott's shoulders.

Kakarott relaxed at the prince's calming gestures. Vegeta would not hurt him. This set up was strange, but he would go with it and see where it led. He caught the prince's hands in his own, and drew both sets along with the blindfold towards his face. The silk of the material glided comfortably over his closed eyelids as he felt Vegeta tie the length gently behind his head. Then the prince was touching him much more lightly than usual. He shivered as strong hands were ran the length of his arms, and then the heat of Vegeta's body behind him as the prince shifted his palms from his arms to his thighs. The concubine trilled quietly as the prince's tail twined with his seductively. One last kiss to the back of his neck and then Vegeta removed himself.

Gohan listened as someone got up and walked a couple of steps away from him…them. Someone was still on the fur behind him. The click of a cupboard as it was opened, somewhere, and Gohan became more confident in his speculation it was the prince doing some last moment things.

Vegeta opened the cupboard he had set a couple of things for this he had not wanted either of them to see. Well, the shallow bowl with oil in it was one thing…but the phallic object would have been embarrassing to try to explain. He gathered these, one in each hand, before walking back where the others waited.

Kakarott listened as Vegeta walked to one portion of his room and then back behind him. It was interesting how the prince's breathing could tell him if Vegeta was standing at full height, bent over, or finally kneeling with them on the fur. He started as his hand was gently caught and directed towards something on the floor. He willingly let the other direct his fingers somewhat awkwardly into a thick liquid.

Gohan shifted forward as the hand against the back of his head directed until he was on all fours. He gasped as wet fingers were run over his entrance, but the gag muffled the sound.

Vegeta settled back as Kakarott began taking more deliberate actions with less coaching on his part. The prince dipped his own fingers in the oil when Kakarott was busy applying more to the slave's body. He bit his lip as he watched his concubine press into the slave, as he pressed his own inside himself.

Kakarott heard the slight catch in Vegeta's breath as he finally began pushing his fingers into the slave. He twisted his fingers inside the other, as he normally would, and heard a muffled groan from the prince. He self-consciously wondered what Vegeta was thinking while watching him do this. He removed his fingers from the slave in order to gather more of the substance in the bowl on the floor with cupped fingers. He ran his hand slowly over his erection, before pressing his fingers back into the slave.

Vegeta growled as he watched the concubine slick himself, and mirrored the action. He gasped as Kakarott continued to prep the other, and shifted back slightly onto his own fingers. He gathered the lingam from the floor with his tail as Kakarott once again withdrew his fingers from the slave. Vegeta ran one finger over the tip of his erection, gathering beaded essence onto his forefinger, before leaning forward.

Kakarott jerked slightly as the prince's finger unexpectedly ran under his nose and over his top lip. Suddenly he couldn't smell anything but the prince's need, and it was only then he thought to wonder about the slave's muffled scent. With him blinded, the slave gagged, and now this overwhelming portion of Vegeta…the person below him could be the prince…Kakarott groaned and heard a muffled response from beside him. This was so wrong…and yet something he had wanted badly in the past. Kakarott leaned forward, gliding himself along the other's skin prepped skin.

Vegeta panted and slicked the lingam with oil as he waited for Kakarott to continue. He used his tail to angle and steady it between his feet as he shifted his hips to rest the tip of it against himself, holding back.

The body below him shuddered, and there was a cry from beside him as Kakarott finally pressed into the slave. He stilled, listening as Vegeta's open mouth panting drowned out any sounds the gagged slave was making.

Vegeta sat back as Kakarott finally entered the slave, sliding himself down the dildo, crying out as it entered his body…he stilled as the concubine did…once again waiting, “Gods, Kakarott, don't stop,” he whispered.

“Hnnnnn,” Kakarott bit his lip and drew back at the prince's words, “Vegeta,” he whispered as he went forward. He groaned as Vegeta called out again in time with his actions. If…if this were Vegeta beneath him, how…how would he…Kakarott pulled back and pitched forward again, “Hnrrrrrrr,” he growled possessively.

Vegeta gasped as he mimicked the swift movement and stilled as Kakarott did, whining slightly at the concubine's growl. He was quick to imitate as Kakarott once again drew his hips back from the slave's body, gasping, as the concubine torturously did not press into the slave immediately. He whined pathetically as he waited for the other to continue.

Kakarott grunted as he moved himself forward, drawing back, listening to the sounds Vegeta made, driving forward again. “Oh…oh fuck,” he whispered as he clawed at the back beneath his fingers. The lingering alcohol in his system made it way too easy to imagine it was the prince under him.

“Yessss,” Vegeta hissed as he watched Kakarott. Gods…Kakarott would not be doing what he was if he knew it was the prince beneath him. He would have been trying to control himself…but Vegeta didn't want the concubine to control himself. He wanted…he wanted to watch what Kakarott was like when his desire claimed him wholly.

Kakarott wrapped his arms around the slave's torso and leaned back. He kissed at the slave's back and stilled…the slave…what had Vegeta done? He twirled his tongue over the skin of the slave's back, but there was no mistaking it; the slave tasted like him. He turned his head towards the area he could hear the prince's needy gasps, and then pressed his cheek against the slave's back as he began rolling his hips up.

Vegeta moaned as he swayed back. “Ple…” he stopped himself. As much as he wanted lose control….

Kakarott panted through trembling lips, and nodded. His prince shouldn't have to beg him. If it were Vegeta beneath him…Kakarott shook his head. No more confusion. “Vegeta,” he growled as ran himself into the surrogate body the prince had chosen to portray him for this. He growled at the satisfying cry his prince made at his actions, let the other back down to the floor, and picked up his speed.

Vegeta leaned forward and used his tail to thrust the dildo in and out of his body at Kakarott's direction. He groaned as Kakarott's tail wrapped around the slave's erection, and lifted one hand from the floor to grab and stroke himself with swift movements…so fucking close… “Kakarott!”

The concubine's growl echoed in response. Oh…gods, soon…he shifted his tail tighter around the slave's erection, jerking the body below him to climax. He turned his head in his prince's direction, “Vegeta,” he whispered with need.

Vegeta couldn't hold on even if he had wanted to at Kakarott's lust-filled whisper. He ran the lingam into him one last time as his climax shook him, “Oh, gods,” he whined in a shaky voice, and then panted as he laid his head down on the floor as his other arm gave out.

Both Kakarott and Gohan responded as Vegeta's scent intensified. The gag muffled Gohan's shuddering call, but not Kakarott's. He broke away from the slave's body moments after and crawled until he found Vegeta, running his hands over the prince's body until he found the other's face, and lifted it to kiss him, clutching the other to him tightly. Vegeta pulled the artificial object from his body, and used his tail to flick it somewhere out of the way. He ran his hands soothingly over his concubine's trembling body and pressed his fingers against Kakarott's lips as the other started to speak. He reached back and untied the blindfold, shaking his head for silence as the concubine opened his mouth once more.

Kakarott nodded and let Vegeta go as the prince shifted his weight to his knees. He reached to touch the other, but withdrew his hands before he made contact.

Vegeta moved to the slave's side and lifted his head in order to untie the blindfold, and then unbuckle the gag. He stood and reached a hand for Kakarott. He nudged the slave to get up with a foot as he led his concubine to the bed silently.

Gohan groaned, and shifted on his knees before he stood, following the other two to the bed. He lay down on the foot of the mattress as the other two wrapped their bodies together on the main portion of bed. Not a word was spoken as they fell asleep.

~o0o~

Vegeta found his attention wavering from the issue the council was addressing in favor of the door to the council room…again. He sighed as he felt Kakarott increase his ki once; a signal the other was about to enter. So he didn't jump with the rest of the council members, as there was a harsh rap at the door.

The King frowned at the interruption of such important matters, but nodded to the guards at the inside of the door to open it. He would deal with this infraction swiftly and then they could continue.

Vegeta sat up a little straighter as Kakarott entered, the slave following him discretely. He had to admit to himself, Kakarott looked goooood in black.

Vejita frowned upon seeing it was one of his son's concubines who had interrupted state matters, “Vegeta, I don't have time for this,” he spoke authoritatively to his son. A love spat, or whatever the castle was gossiping about today, should be taken care of in private. The king turned his attention back to the concubine, his lips set in a thin, impatient line.

“Father, I do not know why he is here,” Vegeta lied smoothly, “Kakarott, what is it?”

Kakarott stepped closer to the high council table, trying not to smile anxiously at Vegeta. He glanced quickly at his brother who guarded the prince's side, and then turned his gaze nervously towards the king, “Well?” the king asked.

“Your Majesty,” Kakarott bowed, “Council members,” he said as he addressed the group at large, “I issue Idomu,” he stated plainly.

There were several mummers around the room, and many of the council members reached for their scouters, clicking them on. Vejita reached a hand back to Nappa and the General handed his scouter to the king.

Radditz was too busy frowning at his brother to even bother turning on his scouter. He had no idea what the little shit was up to, but Kakarott was going to get his ass kicked in the training room for this little embarrassing stunt later, “I am very sorry your Highness,” he said quietly to the prince.

Vegeta did his best to keep a frown on his face. It was difficult when all he wanted to do was smirk and tell the council to fuck off. Most of them had, by now, affirmed Kakarott's ki was barely higher than 430 and still in third class range.

Kakarott had difficult time keeping his ki suppressed. He was so fucking nervous! Vegeta had insisted that he lower his ki for this…something about how the folly of fools would put the nobles in a more generous mood,“They'll see it as an opportunity to rub third class' nose in it later,” the prince had advised.

Councilman Jerosh stood, “Do you have your birth documentation?” he asked the concubine.

Kakarott nervously pulled one of the scrolls out from his tail he had wrapped tightly around his waist. He handed it to the page that came and stood next to him. “You're doing great,” the slave whispered from behind him as the page carried the document to the councilman.

Jerosh looked over the document handed to him closely, noting the official seal, and the birth reading, “Kakarott, Son of Bardock. Born with a reading of 380. Is this correct?” he asked as he handed the document to the king.

“Yes sir,” Kakarott said as he bowed his head.

“And your goal?” the king asked distractedly while perusing the document.

“I aim for first class, your Majesty,” Kakarott lied smoothly. Vegeta had advised against stating his true goal of elite; it would have raised too many red flags.

“The time frame?” Jerosh asked.

“I plan on using the whole year granted…” Kakarott started. There were a couple of snickers from other members of the council. They stilled as Jerosh looked around the room.

“State your terms,” the king asked, bored with this already.

Kakarott gulped as he pulled the second scroll from his tail, “Please take this to Prince Vegeta,” he addressed the page he handed it to.

The page hurried around the table to the prince, handing the document over. Vegeta looked over the document per functionally; he let an outraged look come over his features, “You mean to dissolve our contract?” he hissed convincingly.

Even though he knew it was a part of the ploy to get them through this, Kakarott's countenance still turned sad, “Yes, your Highness,” he said unhappily. A whole year away from Vegeta seemed like forever.

The king couldn't help but smirk at his son's disappointment. This concubine in particular had been a great distraction to his son…and his son finding a mate: preferably one of the elite females that still had their ovaries intact. This put him in a much better mood, “Any other terms,” the king said hurriedly, hoping to stall any outburst his son might throw about this publicly.

Kakarott pulled the slave's leash forward nervously, and Gohan came obediently, “I also ask that this slave's fuujiru be removed,” he said.

Several council members sat up in their chairs at this. A lot of them also glanced between the prince and the concubine…and the slave, calculatingly.

Vegeta could have kicked himself for not seeing this reaction! It was very easy to conclude that Kakarott was not doing this so much for the gain in status: the birth reading technology was almost error proof. He could count on his hands the times in the last four generations Idomu had been issued; and none of them had changed the challenger's status. Some of these fools were thinking Kakarott only sought the slave's freedom…and was dumping him for the slave. He almost laughed…yes, he might have to deal with ridicule for a while, but when Kakarott finally showed his true abilities, he would have the last laugh. Vegeta growled, “Why not ask for all the slaves' freedoms while you are at it,” he sneered.

Kakarott cleared his throat nervously. There was something going on that he was missing, “I don't need all the slaves for the Idomu, your Highness. Only this one,” he said, holding up Gohan's leash.

The king couldn't help the bark of laughter generated at the concubine's words, “Granted!” he said generously. Maybe his son wouldn't be so distracted by his concubines any more after this humiliating lesson.

Vegeta frowned, and crossed his arms, “He is still my slave until the fuujiru is removed,” he paused, thinking his next statement through carefully, “I demand to be present during the removal,” he held up his hand, stalling anything anyone wanted to say about this, “AND, I will pick the surgeons,” he grinned evilly, letting the council members think what they would about his statement. Most of their minds were probably headed towards the humiliation this situation presented, and the possibility that Vegeta very well might pick someone to perform the surgery who he could also dictate that they kill the slave in the process.

The king shrugged, “Acceptable,” he said turning his attention back to the concubine, “You will work with Prince Vegeta on the arrangements…after this council meeting,” he said. He was going to enjoy watching his son brood about this during in the mean time.

Kakarott bowed low, “Thank you your Majesty, your Highness and Lords,” he said before he stood and back out of the council room with one last look at his brother and the prince. Vegeta was still acting put out about this…Radditz was truly pissed.

He didn't turn away from the room until the doors were closed in his face. He gathered the slave's leash tighter in his hand, and guided the slave away from the council chamber, and the guards at the entrance of the room. Once they were around a corner, he turned and grinned at the slave, “OH my gods! I think I am going to faint!” he stated.

Gohan grinned at him, “Well, the worst part is over. Now we have two more things to accomplish,” he said gravely, “I need to get this removed,” he said, touching the back of his neck, “And…then we begin your training.” He shook his head as Kakarott grinned at him again, “It's not going to be easy, sir,” he stated.

Kakarott nodded, “Yes…but I am already first class…we just have to get me into elite!”

Gohan sighed…breaking that second to last barrier wasn't going to be as easy as the concubine thought it was, “Just remember your goal at the end of this. Anytime you get mad at me, or feel dejected, remember; you will be Vegeta's when this is done, and Vegeta will be yours.”

Kakarott nodded seriously. Something in the way the slave was behaving made him nervous, but he would anything to see those last two things gained. Anything!

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