Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Idomu ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 11 )

 

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, voyeurism, body modification, 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!

 

 

 

Idomu - Chapter 10

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

“…and that's the gist of it,” Bardock finished filling Selypa and Toma in on what had been occurring in and around his family for the last few weeks.

 

An ember in the bed of coals popped into the silence that followed the story as Toma and Selypa digested both the food they had eaten, and the story they had been told. Kakarott used a stick to reach for a tidbit still left on the spit, and Radditz belched. Gohan was trying his damnedest not to purr as Radditz played lazily with his tail. Vegeta lay with his head on Kakarott's thigh, the bottom of his feet warming at the fire bed, watching coals glow different intensities of red from between narrowed lids.

 

“Well, had the capsule project been done, and we had had access to it, I would have brought us some drink for this occasion,” Selypa spoke into the silence. The suns had barely set for the night, a purplish glow still hanging out over the horizon.

 

Bardock waved her off, “I am the host tonight,” he grinned conspiratorially, “And I think I may have just the thing stashed away,” he said as he shifted to his feet.

 

“Need some help?” Toma asked.

 

Bardock looked to the sky in the direction of the set suns, “Yeah, if I want to be back in time,” and Toma climbed to his feet to follow Bardock back to the house.

 

Selypa watched the younger generation in contented silence. There had been times she had been concerned Bardock's cubs would never settle down. It gave her a warm, motherly feeling to watch her sister's sons with their respective partners. If they were happy, then she was happy. She would worry about the events of the story tomorrow. Tonight was a night to celebrate.

 

Toma and Bardock made no attempt to hide their return. The group around the fire could hear them laughing, and their feet shuffling over the uneven ground long before they saw their darkened forms. Toma handed a bottle to Radditz as Bardock dropped one off with Kakarott and Vegeta. “Stingy?” Selypa joked as she sat up.

 

“Yeah, but I saved the biggest bottle for the three of us!” Bardock boasted, holding it out to her.

 

Radditz nuzzled his nose into Gohan's neck before shifting him over, “Got to get this opened up,” he explained apologetically.

 

Gohan shifted his weight so he wasn't leaning on the commander any more, watching with sleepy eyes as Radditz undid a foil wrapper from the bottle top, and then proceeded to work the cap off. Kakarott was grinning as he did the same, Vegeta watching him curiously.

 

Radditz recapped the bottle lightly once he had the top completely off, and stood, holding a hand out to Gohan, who took it and stood with him. Kakarott and Vegeta kissed once before standing and turning to face the sky. Bardock stood between Selypa and Toma, grinning madly, “Been a while,” he said. The eagerness in his voice was contagious, and Gohan found himself anticipating the retrograde moonrise on an alien planet. This was something he would likely never experience again….

 

Bardock's tail lashed excitedly as he felt his instincts tuning into his surroundings. He squeezed Toma and Selypa to his sides briefly before letting up, and holding his bottle to the sky, “Come, see! Two years you have hidden your face from us. The Sayians still thrive!” he shouted just as the first tip of a newly waxing moon peaked up over the horizon.

 

Gohan started as Toma and Selypa let out with the happiest battle cries he had ever heard. Kakarott howled as Vegeta roared. He really jumped as Radditz hugged him closer with one arm and shouted while raising the bottle with his other hand. It was infectious though, and Gohan got in on the second round of shouting with a whoop of his own. It was difficult not to, just watching even this sliver of moonlight increase had his heart pounding wildly. He found it sort of odd that Vegeta-sei's moon would have this much more of an affect on him than Earth's moon….

 

His thought was interrupted as Radditz passed the now open bottle to him, “Drink,” Radditz grinned down at him.

 

Gohan took a cautious sip as he heard Vegeta choking on whatever it was Kakarott had made him drink. He passed the bottle back, his eyes tearing up. He watched the elder sayians' tails twine happily together as he tried to analyze what he had just swallowed. It had a strange flavor, but not unpleasant, and it burned all the way down, leaving a very warm glow in its wake.

 

Raddtiz shook his head at him, and took a larger swallow before handing the bottle back, “Drink,” he whispered into Gohan's ear as Gohan raised a hand to decline.

 

Gohan conceded and took a larger sip this time, figuring this was a part of his sayian heritage he would not get to experience again, and knew he should take full advantage of it while he could, “It burns,” he complained quietly as he tapped his chest with a fist.

 

“Mmmm,” Radditz agreed, pressing his lips against Gohan's.

 

Gohan's awareness narrowed as he returned Radditz' kiss. The moon at his back, the sayian in front of him, and the warm feeling that continued to spread through him. He sighed, leaning his head back as he took the bottle from Radditz' hand as it was pressed into his. He took another sip as Radditz slowly undid the buttons to his shirt, and then gasped as the other sayian's unexplainably hot hands smoothed lightly over his exposed chest.

 

Gohan giggled as Radditz went to his knees and reached for the bottle. He licked his own lips as Radditz caught and held his gaze with his, and licked the lip of the bottle suggestively before actually tilting the bottle back and taking another swig. Gohan bent his head to capture Radditz' mouth before the commander could lick the liquid left behind. He closed his eyes as he sucked on the taller sayian's lower lip, smiling lightly as he pressed his tongue between them.

 

Radditz captured Gohan's mouth hungrily with his, delving his tongue into the standing sayian's mouth, bringing his arms around his hips and pulling him as close as possible without losing lip contact. He sighed and purred as tentative hands ran through his hair, nuzzling his nose into Gohan's chest before reaching his tongue out to lick and taste the younger's skin. Sucking lightly as his tongue continued to twirl, before nipping gently and pulling back the tiniest bit. Gohan's tiny gasp flashed over his senses, leaving a stronger burning desire in its path. He set the bottle on the ground.

 

Gohan moaned as Radditz tortured his neck. He shuddered as the commander's strong hands ran up his back, kneading his skin and muscles on their way back down his spine before loosely capturing his tail, and pulling it gently from where he had it twined around his waist. He gasped and leaned his cheek to the top of Radditz' head, his fingers twisting in the thick, dark locks, as his tail was stroked worshipfully.

 

Radditz chuckled quietly as he let go of the tail briefly to work the pants off of Gohan's hips. He kissed Gohan's breastbone before licking his way over to a nipple, sucking on it as he ran his fingers gently through the fur of the kid's tail. He purred encouragingly as he sat back, dragging the other and turning him at the last moment so Gohan sat in his lap.

 

Gohan whined as Radditz' fingers worked magic over his skin and tail, “No fair,” he said, clutching at Radditz' thighs.

 

“Mmmm,” Radditz thought about it while kissing down the back of Gohan's neck, “I want to touch you,” he cajoled quietly, “Let me touch you,” he breathed into Gohan's ear.

 

Gohan whined, but let his hands relax their tension as the other continued to run his hands intimately over his body.

 

Radditz snagged the bottle's neck with his tail and dragged it within reach of his hand. He held the lip edge to Gohan's lips, and slowly tipped it back as he ran his other hand down Gohan's chest, his stomach, below his navel before diverting course and capturing the other sayian's tail again.

 

Gohan shuddered as the last sip of liquid fire followed almost the same path as Radditz' palm down his body. He whimpered as it didn't continue in the direction he was hoping for, but gasped as his tail was caught and brought up with gentle fingers.

 

Radditz took one more sip before putting the bottle down, and purring into Gohan's ear mischievously before nipping at it playfully. He ran the tip of Gohan's tail over the kid's naked body. Feather light touches over exposed thighs, around his hip. He kissed his way down the other's neck as Gohan wiggled and gasped at the twin sensations happening between tail and skin, swirling his tongue over the his shoulder as he brought Gohan's tail tip up to his stomach.

 

Gohan was shocked he could feel the fur running over his skin. He would have thought the sensations running through his tail would have overwhelmed them. He gasped as the fur was traced over his hip, surprised at how much more sensitive it had become…he didn't remember these sort of sensations coming from it as a child…he closed his eyes and leaned his head away slightly as Radditz kissed down his neck. He moaned quietly as his tail was pulled over his stomach.

 

Radditz took a deep breath through his nose, enjoying the scent of excitement rolling off of the other. He sucked gently at Gohan's shoulder as he brought his own tail into the game. He bit down gently as he wrapped his furry appendage around Gohan's erection, adding a bit more pressure as Gohan bucked away from him, willing the younger to hold still, applying a hand to his hip.

 

Gohan almost purred as Radditz nipped at his shoulder, but the sensation of the other's tail wrapping around his erection made his body jerk in surprise. He stilled as the pressure at his shoulder increased, groaning as his own tail trailed up his chest, and then the fur was brushing over one nipple, “Aaaha,” it was like drowning…so many sensations at once becoming overwhelming, but willing himself to stay submerged.

 

Radditz purred into the hold he had on Gohan's shoulder as he felt the other submit to what was happening. He began contracting his tail around the other as he continued to brush Gohan's tail over the kid's nipples.

 

Gohan whined as the commander started building a rhythm, his hip still held in place. His head thrashed once, but Radditz leaned his cheek against the side of his neck, and he settled on that account as well. He gasped and sighed, whining again as he wanted to rock in time to the other's manipulation of his body.

 

Radditz ran the tip of other's tail across Gohan's throat, intentionally running the sweet scented fur beneath his nose. Then he pulled it down the Gohan's side, before pulling across his stomach, and up the other side. The whole time, continuing to manipulate Gohan's arousal with his tail. He enjoyed how the teasing actions made Gohan's body tense and relax. He growled, his eyes narrowing slightly in possession as Gohan began to tense more often. He moved his mouth to a different location along Gohan's shoulder before drawing the hand holding the kid's tail to Gohan's hip. He held both in place with one hand, while he increased the stroking pressure of his own tail.

 

The commander licked up Gohan's neck, to stop and suck at the kid's jaw. It was so, so tempting to bite through, and he needed to remove his mouth from the tempting area.

 

Gohan barely noticed his back arch away from Radditz' torso. His sole focus had become what the commander's tail was doing to him. He could feel the intensity of Radditz' emotions vibrate through the commander's body, but didn't know what they meant…only that it sent him screaming over the edge.

 

Radditz used us tail to aim as much of Gohan's climax into his palm as he could. He let both tail and hip go as Gohan's body relaxed against him once again, listening to the kid's panting, feeling the rise and fall of the other against him. He closed his eyes and purred into Gohan's ear before nuzzling his nose around the back of his neck, running his nose up into the other's hair.

 

Gohan sighed as he leaned forward, giving Radditz the room needed to continue to pant hot puffs of air over his neck and into his hair, shivering at the strange sensations. He leaned forward more as he felt Radditz shift them in that direction… expectation caused his heart to pound.

 

Radditz ran his hand down Gohan's back as the other's weight shifted, and the smaller went to all fours before him. He bit is lip as he removed his fingertips briefly as he used his free hand to move his pants down in order to free his erection and his tail from the binding material. He twined his tail with Gohan's, pulling both to the side as he slicked himself with the harvest; inadequate, he knew, but the only thing he had all the same.

 

Gohan gasped as his tail was directed to the side by Radditz'. He whined and settled into Radditz gentle hold as a hand came to steady his hip. Lust and need flared through him when he felt Radditz at his entrance, and he pressed back, only to have Radditz' hand on his hip hold him still, “Please,” he said, as he curled his tail tighter with the one holding his.

 

Gohan's gentle command had Radditz pressing in and gasping. Radditz shuddered at Gohan's trilling call, and he clutched at one of his shoulders with his now free hand.

 

“Radditz,” Gohan couldn't believe how good it felt to have him there. He closed his eyes as he continued to pant, head lowering below his shoulders and mouth held open slightly by emotion more than for the need of air. Neither Kakarott nor Vegeta had ever stirred this in him. He whined as Radditz withdrew and called out as his commander came back.

 

Radditz' tail shook with contained emotion as he rocked into the other again. He shook his head to clear it, but the feelings stayed. He'd been with so many others for his own physical pleasure…but this was devastating. He stilled as he fought with himself to control his reactions. To finally have this…and know he couldn't keep it. He howled as he thrust into the other again, anger, sadness and hope conflicting in him. Fates were so cruel!

 

Gohan accepted Radditz' action, keening to him over his shoulder, lost, but not blind or deaf…or helpless. He pressed himself back when he felt the other stall again. “Radditz, please,” he begged. Yes, they may not have many more opportunities, but those they did, should be taken full advantage of.

 

Radditz growled leaned over the other's back, licking the upper portion of his spine as pressed into the other again. He let go of Gohan's shoulder pressing his hand to the ground besides him before running his other hand up Gohan's ribs as he angled his head slightly, and bit down at the back of the kid's neck.

 

Gohan planted himself to keep their balance. He shuddered at the animalistic hold Radditz used on the back of his neck, realizing there was so much more behind it Radditz wasn't expressing. As much as he wanted to encourage Radditz to increase the rhythm between them, he knew it he needed to stay steady.

 

The commander clutched at the ribs beneath his palm as he thrust into the other. He growled, letting go of maybes to begin living in the moment. And the moment demanded he reveal everything. He keened quietly to the other as he let his instincts guide him.

 

Gohan howled as Radditz finally started moving without the hesitations that had been holding him back. He panted as his needs were finally met, reveling in the sensation of Radditz burying himself deeply. Lusting the way his body was being used to sate the needs of the other, and loving the way his needs were being fulfilled. Choked purrs and groans were used to bate the other into continuing.

 

Radditz loosed his teeth from their hold. The kid wasn't going to reject him. He snarled and kissed the place he had abused, licking at the heated skin, a slightly metallic flavor telling him where he had left bruised teeth marks. He let go of Gohan's ribs to wind his hand under his chest and twist his hand to grip his shoulder from beneath. He ran his cheek over the back of Gohan's head, growls and half curses flowing from his lips.

 

Gohan pressed the back of his head against Radditz' face. He winced at the grip on his shoulder, but refused to increase his ki to compensate for the pain. He let his body take what Radditz was dishing out without the advantage.

 

“Oh gods,” Radditz gasped before he reared back, his fingers leaving welts as they drew away from Gohan's shoulder. He howled at the moon as he crushed into Gohan's body one last time.

 

Gohan shuddered as Radditz drew away from his back, and howled in response to Radditz' call, his second unhindered release soaking soil.

 

The moon watched over her sons in non-judgmental, ever-patient silence.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Kakarott grinned, suppressing his ki so low he doubted Vegeta would have been able to find him, even with the aid of a scouter. He had dragged Vegeta away from the fire in a different direction than his father's group had taken. Then he had kissed him breathless before taking off, calling over his shoulder, “Come and get me.” He liked the thought of Vegeta stalking him.

 

Now he waited in anticipation of turning the hunter into the prey. His tail dragged over the dirt in his excitement as he grinned even wider. Of course, he'd still be happy if Vegeta somehow managed to outsmart him and he ended up as the prey any way. He'd just have to wait and see: the ambiguity of it created quite the thrill.

 

Vegeta snarled even as he grinned. He hadn't realized Kakarott was into playing games: well, not this sort of game. When he got his hands on his intended, there would be no mercy. “Drug me with that drink, and then run off?” Vegeta growled to himself, before taking a moment to stand still and scent the air. It was difficult to scent any thing over the smell and taste of his own arousal. He'd lost his shirt sometime back; the annoying garment had been too hot. The wind shifted, and Vegeta actually caught the taste of Kakarott on the air before he scented the other. He grinned wickedly, sliding his tongue over slightly extended canines. He picked a stone up and threw it in one direction while he moved silently in another.

 

Kakarott's head turned to the noise instinctively, even as his mind told him it was a trick. His body was too keyed up to listen to reason. By the time he turned his head back it was too late. Vegeta had him pinned to the ground, the tackle knocking the wind from his lungs. His eyes opened wide as Vegeta smirked down at him while growling. He bucked under the other slightly, not to throw him off, but to reveal his excitement at having been caught.

 

Vegeta pressed his weight into the other. He hadn't missed Kakarott's indication, but there was pay back to be had. He snagged the other's wrists from where hands had started to hold his hips, and pinned them to the ground, adding just enough extra of a push to indicate they were supposed to stay put.

 

Kakarott whined but held his hands still as Vegeta ran his fingertips with deceptive gentleness up his shirt, before gripping the hem of the collar and ripping it down. Kakarott purred while shifting ever so slightly under the other. He gasped as his hair was used to pull his head back, and Vegeta began nipping at his neck. He shuddered as his prince's tongue pressed into the pulse at his throat, leaning his head away from the pressure.

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, and he growled again, pulling his mouth up to kiss at Kakarott's lips as he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. He pressed his palm against Kakarott's chest to plant him back against the dirt once the garment was removed. He grinned viciously as he began running his nails over bared skin.

 

Kakarott panted and hissed as Vegeta tortured him. The night air cooled over the places Vegeta had left nail marks. He shrieked as Vegeta bit over a nipple, panting and then arching his back. He moaned as Vegeta purred around the sensitive flesh.

 

Vegeta tugged gently on the responsive flesh as he pulled his mouth away to shift his attention to other nipple. He ran the tip of his thumb over the skin exposed to faint moonlight before laving his tongue over it. He pressed his hips down as Kakarott shifted wantonly under him, and then sucked hard, adding more weight when the body under his arched.

 

Kakarott felt his head thrash to the side as the rest of his body was held still. He panted as his eyes opened to stars in the night sky. He brought his chin down to look at the top of Vegeta's head as the other continued to torment his skin with his mouth. He howled as nails were run harshly down his sides, then settled and panted as Vegeta kissed his skin soothingly. He shivered as the other stood, licking his lips as he gazed from his place on the ground as Vegeta kicked his boots off, and then started removing his pants.

 

Vegeta sneered down at the other, “Going to get rid of those?” he asked, pointedly looking down at the garment still covering Kakarott's lower half. He smirked as the other quickly got to his knees to wrestle the material off. His eyes opened in shock as Kakarott finished the task, went back down on his knees, and then gripped his hips, pulling him with in range of his mouth. He howled at the sky as he was engulfed. He whined as he closed his eyes. This hadn't been part of the plan that had been forming in his head…but it was so difficult not to sucome to it. He growled, running his hands through the other's spikes before pulling his head away. He leaned down and kissed the other as Kakarott looked up at him questioningly. He leaned even more, pressing Kakarott back until he had no option but to sit on the ground. Then Vegeta straddled his hips again.

 

Kakarott purred and nuzzled at Vegeta's neck as the other slid onto his lap. He gasped as Vegeta's tail snaked its way between them, and captured both of their erections, binding them together as the prince used his hands to clutch at his shoulders, pressing their torsos together as their lips met again.

 

Vegeta rolled his hips as his tail contracted around both of them. He purred before gasping and moving his head to the side to kiss down Kakarott's jaw. He pressed his cheek to the other's, reaching the tip of his tongue to the lobe of Kakarott's ear, capturing it, then sucking before biting down gently and purring.

 

Kakarott sucked at Vegeta's shoulder before he stalled and gasped. He lifted one hand to Vegeta's back, running his fingertips seductively over Vegeta's bowed spine. He licked at the base of Vegeta's throat as his other hand was pulled up from the ground by Vegeta's, and their weight started shifting. He shifted his legs from beneath the other as Vegeta pulled him over, barely catching his prince's weight before Vegeta slammed his own back into the ground. He gazed curiously down at the other before gasping as Vegeta's legs hooked around his hips. He whined as his prince's warm tail slid away from them, and Vegeta lifted his hips to tease his understanding.

 

Vegeta smirked as Kakarott's countenance became one of comprehension. He licked his lips in anticipation as he let his legs loosen just enough for Kakarott to be able to reach a hand between them. He gasped, arching his head back as he felt Kakarott press against him, and then enter.

 

“Vegeta,” Kakarott whispered worshipfully as he continued to press into his prince. He panted with exertion, trying to slow his pace. His prince's teeth were suddenly at his throat, the growl coming from the other confusing him for a moment. Had he not read Vegeta's intentions correctly? He gasped as Vegeta pressed himself up. No…no he had. He growled as he pressed down roughly, thrilling as Vegeta's gasp of surprise caused the prince's mouth to be removed from his throat.

 

Vegeta felt the tension in his arms lessen as Kakarott ran into him deeply. He groaned, shifting his weight onto his back, but not loosing the hold he had on the other's hips with his legs. He snarled and pulled the other to him with his legs as Kakarott shifted back.

 

Kakarott gasped in surprise at Vegeta's move. He shifted forward and kissed beneath Vegeta's chin as he thought he finally understood. He slammed himself into the other, receiving a wondrous call. He nipped at skin between his teeth, growling as he did it again. This…gods, this was new. He rocked down into the other again, purring in appreciation as Vegeta's legs cinched around his hips even tighter. He wrapped his tail around Vegeta's ankles as he sunk in again, and the other tilted to him.

 

Vegeta gasped as the other pounded into him satisfactorily. He was slightly embarrassed by the high pitched yell he emitted when he circled his own erection with his tail, but it didn't stop him from starting to stroke himself as he clutched at Kakarott's back and sides with his hands and arms.

 

Kakarott hissed as Vegeta's nails crossed over places the prince had already scratched, but he growled as he felt the fur of Vegeta's tail rub against his abs, and licked his lips before pressing them to Vegeta's chest. He growled as he nipped at skin, licking away the pain, and moving on. One of his hands found its way to Vegeta's hair, and he alternately clutched and soothed, not certain why he had threaded it there, but it felt damn good running through his fingers.

 

Vegeta's tongue once again ran over his canines between gasps; he could feel them lengthening, not oorazu, but the glands behind them inflamed. He shook his own head as he noted Kakarott's throat was so temptingly close. He growled and shifted his head forward, latching on and growling as Kakarott stalled, urging him to continue with a squeeze and pull of his legs.

 

Kakarott panted in shock as Vegeta's mouth came to his neck. He could feel the other's teeth so close to puncturing…was…was this what Vegeta wanted? Now? He growled, and tightened his grip in the other's hair, adding pressure to the direction Vegeta was already moving. He wanted this, and now was as good a time as any as far as he was concerned.

 

Vegeta growled and bit through at Kakarott's urging. Kakarott's blood had always stirred this in him, but he had constantly refrained from releasing the amalgamation hormones. It hadn't been appropriate before, but now with Kakarott as his equal, not even the king could deny this, despite what complications such a union could cause for a future king. He growled again as Kakarott jerked into him, panting. He closed his eyes, and opened his mind to the other as he felt relief in the roof of his mouth. A brief moment of realization the mental part of this was extremely similar to ki sensing before Kakarott's mind was settling with his. ~Kakarott~

 

“Nne-ah!” ~Vegeta~ Kakarott mentally sighed Vegeta's name. It was so right. He could feel the other meshing with him; he had always belonged here.

 

Vegeta settled briefly, analyzing, tasting, feeling. This was right. He moved his mouth to the other side of Kakarott's neck, puncturing there with his lower canines, releasing the catalyst hormones and finishing his side of the bond.

 

Kakarott howled as he felt Vegeta lock with him. Even knowing it was coming, and knowing it was right…so shocking. A mental nudge from Vegeta had him bending his head down and striking at Vegeta's exposed neck.

 

Vegeta gasped as Kakarott began his part of the bond. He whined, in agony, the unfinished link almost a physical pain. Kakarott shifted quickly to end Vegeta's misery. They both howled in completion at Kakarott's second strike, power flaring through their completed bond.

 

It was done. There was nothing that would come between them. Not even death of one would keep them apart for long. Now Vegeta understood why bonding wasn't thought of as an optimal relationship…but if it were supposed to happen, it would, and he couldn't, nor would he, change it. ~Kakarott~ It was so good to feel the other there.

 

Kakarott purred into Vegeta's neck, exhausted. ~Vegeta~ he responded in like. Nothing more needed to be communicated. It was all revealed.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

King Vegeta sat in the council chamber long after the others had left the room. He read per functionally over documents he was supposed to sign, his mind wandering to other…problems.

 

Questions surrounding his son…and his son's actions. Such as, why would Vegeta go to Bardock's? When the concubine who had rejected him was residing there? Well, he knew why, he had sent him, but to stay? Take the offer to train in the new machine there?

 

No, something was off. His son should have taken the opportunity presented to take revenge on the concubine, and the concubine's family: not stay to train; not become a houseguest. He growled, before pressing the intercom button, “Nappa.” He was annoyed he had to resort to this old technology to summon his guard, but the scouters had become unreliable.

 

“Yes your Majesty?” Nappa's voice came back over the same circuit.

 

“Come to the council chambers,” the king commanded.

 

“Yes your Majesty,” Nappa's steady voice replied.

 

Moments later, the council room's doors were admitting the tall General, who bowed as the doors closed behind him, “You wished to see me, your Majesty?” Nappa asked.

 

King Vegeta beckoned him closer, “Yes…I have questions about my son's…motives. I need you to find out everything you can about this ex-concubine, `Kakarott'.”

 

Nappa bowed, “Yes your Majesty. Consider it done.”

 

King Vegeta smiled approvingly, “I know. You may start now.”

 

Nappa nodded once, tightening his tail around his waist before retreating three steps, turning, and walking towards the doors.

 

The king sighed as he settled back into his chair. He would have answers soon and then he would know how to act.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Gohan woke peacefully, if uncomfortably the next morning. The yellow sun had already risen by a couple of hours, the orange one barely making itself known on the horizon. He stretched, and purred as Radditz' arm contracted around his torso in a bid to keep him from leaving. “Wake up sleepy,” Gohan chuckled, nudging the commander in the side with a fist.

 

Radditz growled, but his eyes opened slowly. “Gods, what time is it?” he asked, covering his eyes with one hand, and groaning. His body jerked as awareness finally communicated he wasn't alone, turning quickly, smirking, and then planting a very unexpected, although welcome, kiss to Gohan's lips.

 

Gohan closed his eyes and grinned into the kiss. He sighed as Radditz pulled away, “We have to get started.”

 

Radditz growled in protest, “I like it here.”

 

Gohan purred, and licked up the other's neck, “Yeah,” he sighed, “But we have things to do,” he said, making another move to stand.

 

Radditz clutched at his torso again, groaning, growling, and then rolling on top of Gohan, smirking down at him. “In such a rush to kick my ass? I didn't think it was all that bad,” he said, leaning over a bit more, kissing at Gohan's neck.

 

Gohan gasped, bucking slightly under the other. “Actually, I won't be kicking your ass today,” he said, which caused Radditz to pull back, “Change of plans. Your brother gets to kick your ass. I am going to help your father, Selypa and Toma get a good start on the capsule project.”

 

Radditz sighed, backing up to his knees, holding out a hand to Gohan to help him sit up.

Which Gohan took with an apologetic smile.

 

He spent the next three days wishing he had given in to Radditz' playfulness. The pace for the capsule project was frantic. The imminent threat of Gohan being taken sooner than he had calculated constantly weighed on their minds, making them work harder in order to get it finished quickly. Mishaps such as exploding capsules and contents being crushed in the reduction process cropped up too often. Some of the results were funny, but some were dangerous. Selypa had to be tanked after an exploding capsule sent a projectile into her knee, smashing it to uselessness.

 

Gohan added a locking mechanism to the design, so the button had to be twisted before it could be pressed to open the contents. Sayians were much more active than humans, and the likelihood the button would be depressed on accident more likely.

 

It was nearing midnight the third day, the day Gohan had calculated would be the earliest he would be leaving, when they finally had a dozen working models finished. The four of them stood staring at the finished products, the elation of having done it not fully hitting them in their exhausted, stressed states of mind.

 

“Tomorrow, we work on a way to mass produce these things,” Toma yawned, “This is tedious shit.”

 

The other three nodded their complete agreement. Selypa turned from the project first, walking zombie like towards the door. Her unexplained example was followed by Toma. Gohan reached a hand for Bardock's arm as the other sayian turned, “I plan on taking one,” Gohan said as he reached forward, taking one of the capsules. Bardock nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Can you do me a favor?”

 

“Sure kid,” Bardock said tiredly.

 

“Do you have any whole seeds for the flour?” he asked.

 

Bardock leaned his head back, thinking coming to him slowly, “Yeah,” he grinned, “In the smaller warehouse. It's where I do my brewing,” he explained.

 

Gohan looked up at him, scratching his chest and yawning, “You got enough energy to go there before you hit the house?”

 

“Mmmm,” Bardock mumbled, turning to lead the way.

 

Another half an hour later and Gohan was walking behind Bardock with a small bag filled with seeds. He trudged tiredly up the stairs, sighing as he passed Radditz' room to go into his own. He covered his eyes, groaning as he turned the light on. A moment later, his unhappy eyes had adjusted to the illumination and he was gathering things up on the desktop into a small pile. First, was the bag of seeds. Next were his rings. Lastly was his journal. He flipped to the back cover, going over the calculations once again. So, he hadn't underestimated. He smiled sadly, placing it on the pile, and then capsulizing the small pile of belongings.

 

Gohan opened the desk drawer and pulled out the leather thong he had placed there, tying it at the base of the capsule button before threading the ends of the tie behind his neck, and knotting it securely, the capsule coming to rest just below his neck. He fingered the small object once, before shutting the light off to his room and walking to Radditz'. He purred tiredly as he lay down and one of the commander's arms surrounded him, tugging him under the covers with ease.

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

Videl's hands shook with excitement as she picked up the receiver, “Hello?” a frown came quickly to her face as she listened to Bulma tell her of yet another set back in the radar's development, “Okay. Just keep me posted…thank you…Good night.”

 

She set the phone back down, mumbling under her breath, when what she really wanted to do was curse and scream…but that might wake Pan, or her husband's parents. So, she seethed in silence at the unfairness of it all. Was the universe trying to make her insane?

 

 

~o0o~~o0o~

 

 

King Vegeta frowned as he looked over the medical documents Nappa had obtained. He hated admitting he didn't understand what half of the jargon meant. There was a knock at his door and his face smoothed for a moment before going back to his perma-frown. “Come,” he commanded.

 

Dr. Malva nervously entered the king's private apartments, not certain why he had been summoned, “Your Majesty,” he said upon entering, bowing before he closed the door.

 

The king hardly noticed, as he glanced back at the paper in his hand, “I need you to translate this into something I can understand,” he said, setting the paper down and pointing at the pile.

 

Dr. Malva visibly relaxed at the king's instructions. He had feared the worst, “Yes, your Majesty,” he said coming forward. His eyes widened a bit at the pile, “May I have a seat, your Majesty?” he asked.

 

King Vegeta waved him off, “Go ahead,” he said, turning to his bedroom, “I am going to get some rest.”

 

Dr. Malva didn't comment as he took a seat at the table and started going over the birth charts in front of him.

 

 

~o0o~

 

Gohan sighed as he pressed fingertips to the tank's observation window. Radditz' hair floated in the thick liquid, taking on a life of its own, as the commander slept in suspension. Senzu formula could have easily taken care of the injuries, but the batches were small, and the new batches had a thirty percent failure rate. Gohan had advised them all they should be used for the upcoming battle and let the tanks care of things that weren't emergencies.

 

He was going to end up spending the night outside the tank, rather than in the commander's bed. He growled, “You fucking idiot,” he spoke to deaf ears. Radditz had been shadow boxing at 35 g's and done this to himself. He was lucky Bardock had been in the warehouse and felt him falter; otherwise he would have been a sayian pancake.

 

Gohan had some interesting scorch marks from when he'd felt Radditz fail while taking both Kakarott and Vegeta on in their ascended forms. He'd barely dodged the simultaneous ki blasts that had come at him when he realized he'd let himself get distracted at a critical moment, getting hit by the ki shock as the two attacks collided above him….

 

…He was a fucking bundle of nerves and it kept getting worse as the days wore on. Not knowing when he would be wished back, or even if he would…he'd made the decision to train Kakarott and Vegeta instead of Radditz. If he over exerted himself with them, then at least they had a chance of surviving rather than becoming corpses.

 

Today had been the target date and he was still here. Gohan was trying not to become excited. It was terrible, he knew, but he may just be staying and he wasn't disappointed by the prospect. Yes, he had mixed emotions mostly to do with ambiguous doubts about things he had no control over. He'd made new calculations without opening his journal, just to be sure…and came up with the same answers. Something on Earth in his time line had happened to slow them down…or he wasn't leaving. So he waited with this millstone of uncertainty around his neck.

 

A blanket was suddenly surrounding his shoulders and he started not having sensed Bardock's ki moving closer, “Get some rest, Gohan,” the elder suggested.

 

Gohan smiled briefly, turning his back to the tank before sliding down it to sit on the floor, “I'll try.”

 

Bardock nodded before leaving the warehouse.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

“I don't understand it, your Majesty,” Dr. Malva stated the next morning, looking a little harried from having stayed up all night looking at Kakarott's birth charts, “I've never heard of a baby being offered a second ki testing.” The doctor had to shift through a lot of the paper work, which were mostly documents of the mother's cause of death.

 

King Vejita frowned. He was glad the doctor was distracted by the offer; it left him to speculate privately why a parent would turn down such an opportunity.

 

“I wonder if Kakarott knew of this when he issued Idomu,” Dr. Malva reflected out loud.

 

The king's head came up at that, “Maybe he did,” he said. “Well, that would explain it. I guess I had nothing to worry over,” the king stated as he stood, “Thank you so much for your help doctor,” he said, placing a hand on Dr. Malva's shoulder, turning him towards the door, “You've been up all night. Why don't you get some food and some rest,” the king suggested as he opened the door.

 

“Thank you, your Majesty,” Dr. Malva replied, stifling a yawn.

 

King Vejita nodded as he tried not to shut the door in the helpful doctor's face. Once the door was closed, he stalked back to the table, staring down at the documents, before he began pacing.

 

The concubine's birth date had startled him…he couldn't forget that date if he tried. Add the complication of a second declined testing…Kakarott's house had never been in contention for the throne…the concubine annulling his contract and issuing Idomu…his son not killing the slave to save face…the concubine's father being an acclaimed genius…and now his son `training' with this new invention…outside of his immediate jurisdiction…

 

What if…what if the concubine's house did have designs on the throne, but no previous claim? Getting his immature son to believe he had feelings for this concubine would be easy. Certainly, if Vegeta shown signs of becoming infatuated with him, he and the council would have put a stop to the non-sense.

 

The king stopped pacing…his son had been showing signs of infatuation though. King Vejita growled; but he had been ignoring them, because the concubine had been `third class'.

 

The spectacle in the council room had been distracting. Slaves weren't freed….the king's eyes narrowed. Clever….very clever….

 

…The question was, who had orchestrated it?

 

The king strode to his armor holder, picking his scouter up off the mannequin's head and placing it on his own. He tapped the gadget on, “Vegeta! Report!” He stood with his arms folded, waiting for a response, and not receiving one. “You will report as soon as you get this message. If I do not hear from you within the day, I will assume you are being held hostage, and send a force out there!”

 

The king growled as he took the almost useless device off of his head and crammed it back onto the mannequin's.

 

 

~o0o~

 

 

Prince Vegeta rolled his shoulders, groaning as he and Kakarott entered their room, “What I wouldn't give for a good soak,” he sighed, and then purred as Kakarott's hands gripped his shoulders and started massaging.

 

“Hmmmm,” Kakarott mused while digging his thumbs in near Vegeta's spine, “Maybe we can take a quick break tomorrow. I know of some hot springs near here…”

 

“That sounds wonderful,” Vegeta said as he let his head hang down. A slight blip interrupted his musing. He frowned, ignoring it, until he heard it again. He sighed, “Someone has left a message,” he said, patting one of Kakarott's hands before stepping over to his scouter. He clicked the message listening sequence, wincing when he heard his father's voice bark over the unit.

 

Kakarott went to the shower room, turning the water on so it would be hot by the time Vegeta was done receiving the message, “CRAP!” he heard Vegeta shout and came back out hurriedly.

 

“What?” he asked.

 

Vegeta growled as he tapped the communication button, “Prince Vegeta reporting!” the prince held up a hand as Kakarott was about to speak again. He began pacing as he waited for a response. “Father,” he started, “Everything is fine….” He waited as his father spoke, “No, everything is on schedule…I am finding the machine very useful, more so than hoped…” he turned his head slightly as Kakarott moved. Vegeta's posture suddenly became very stiff, “Father, I am more than able to make that decision on my own…” wincing as something came over louder than acceptable, “Excuse me?” the prince's eyes widened and he turned his head away from Kakarott as his ki began to sky rocket, “Yes, he is…”

 

“Vegeta, calm down,” Kakarott whispered, placing a hand on the prince's shoulder.

 

Vegeta stilled, trying to gain control over his ki at the same time he tried to pay attention to what his father was blabbering on about, “Kakarott is more than a suitable mate…you wouldn't have a clue old man…he is my equal…” the prince growled, “…You threaten my mate like that again, and I will come back to the capital, just so I can rip your head off…” the threat was spoken quietly, “You are being ridiculous, Father. Kakarott's family has no designs…even if it is unfortunate it happens often enough for you to know that it cannot be faked. This is real, get used to it….it is not a genetic defect!” Vegeta snarled, “…Go ahead, bring the army out here…this conversation is over, I will come back when I am damned well ready,” the prince said, taking his scouter off, throwing it to the floor and crushing it beneath his boot heel.

 

Kakarott's eyes grew wide, “What did you mean `Go ahead, bring the army'?”

 

Vegeta snarled as he began pacing again: his tail tip swinging agitatedly as most of its length stayed stiff behind the prince. “He's fucking delusional,” Vegeta finally spat out.

 

~Vegeta, please~…“I can't understand if you don't tell me what he said,” Kakarott pleaded from where he sat on the bed to stay out of Vegeta's way.

 

“He thinks this…your challenge…was a way to get your family into power. He saw the mating marks when I turned to look at you,” Vegeta laughed, “He's a moron.”

 

“He thinks I did this to gain power?” Kakarott asked, “I did this to gain you…”

 

Vegeta stilled as he nodded his head, “Kakarott, I know that. Father is irrational enough to believe you've managed to ceros me into this, even though he knows bonding is real. He threatened to have you killed and his scientists come up with a hormone supplement. If he thinks I will stand idly by while he tries to have you killed…”

 

Kakarott growled, “I can take care of myself…”

 

Vegeta smirked, “Yes, but that isn't the point….”

 

“If your father comes out here looking for my head it will be the point and I will make sure it is one your father, or his army, won't forget,” Kakarott threatened.

 

Vegeta's smirk grew wider, “Oooo, feisty…how long has the water been running?” he said, seeming to change the subject.

 

Kakarott shrugged, before he yelped as he was yanked from the mattress and towards the shower.

 

It was at least an hour before Vegeta and Kakarott told the news to rest of the sayians at Bardock's holding. Gohan sighed, even here it seemed Vegeta had the capacity to be impulsive, and shook his head before he closed his eyes, sending his awareness back to the capital. He growled, “How long does it take the army to get mobile?” he finally asked. There was a lot of activity happening at the capital, more so than usual.

 

“If father has decided to come out here with the full army? At least two days for an early regiment, three for the full army…” the prince's eyes widened as everyone else's shoulders slumped, “He's going to be here….”

 

“About the same time frame Brolli arrives,” Bardock concluded.

 

“Crap,” Vegeta said before taking a seat on the floor, “Radditz, may I have your scouter?” he finally said.

 

Radditz looked down at him, “Why?”

 

“We can't fight both fronts. If I can stall my father by going back…”

 

Gohan stood straighter; “If you go back and he finds a way to restrain you…” he held up a hand to stall Vegeta from interrupting him, “He can do so with drugs. It is possible. Anyway, that would leave Kakarott alone to fend off Brolli…”

 

“You haven't left yet, isn't it possible that you won't be?” Kakarott interrupted.

 

“We can't bet on that,” Gohan sighed, “Yes, Kakarott is strong, but he is not strong enough to fend off Brolli on his own. It's why I've been training you two to fight as a team,” Gohan stated.

 

Vegeta and Kakarott nodded. They had both concluded the same thing without having been told, “So I have to stay,” Vegeta stated with a sigh.

 

“Hopefully, once your father is out here, you can talk to him then, but you can't go back to the capital, with the possibility that he may stall your return,” Gohan stated.

 

Bardock looked over at Selypa and Toma, “This isn't your fight. If you want to leave….”

 

Toma growled, “I am not a coward.”

 

Bardock shook his head, “But you are not a traitor either….”

 

Toma shrugged his shoulders, “I won't be leaving; this is my family.”

 

“And neither will I,” Selypa spoke up.

 

Bardock shook his head, looking around at the small group, “Six, maybe seven, sayians against the army and a world threat?” he chuckled, “We're all insane.”

 

There were several smiles from the group, “Never pretended not to be,” Toma stated bluntly.

 

 

~o0o~