Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Live Well ❯ Thievery ( Chapter 8 )

Live Well

Chapter Eight: Thievery

“Daddy,” Sunabi patted Nappa's thickly corded arm with a beautiful smile, “I just found a new game player for you.”

He raised a brow at her, considering before he said, “One of those noblewomen, I take it. Since they're the only people you've been with all day.”

She decided not to mention her conversation with the queen just yet. He had to be shown in due time, but the timing was not quite right, “Naturally. However, the new player I've learned of isn't a noblewoman, but Princess Kakarotto. Wouldn't that be a thrill?”

“Ah, winning to a First Bride would not be thrilling at all, precious,” he said, and turned back to the board in front of him, placing the tokens - each representing a very real platoon of soldiers - into positions that the emperor required. Sunabi almost curled her lips into rage before she carefully calmed herself, remembering her late mother's instructions to never wrinkle her face in such ways.

Attempting again, she leaned in, “Daddy, you don't understand. She's good.”

He grunted, and snapped a token down a bit harder than he probably should have. “So she trumped her new ladies-in-waiting. That's not so hard to do, precious.”

“But,” she began, “to do all that, and then beat me?”

Nappa went still then, his eyes staring through the war board and its tokens, “With ease?”

Lips pursed before she smoothed that away, hoping she had done no damage to her skin, “Once she saw my potential, yes.”

“She underestimated the daughter of a Saiyajin General?” Nappa laughed, and slid another token into a place on the board. “What a foolish child. If it weren't for all this business of picking out the weak females, you would be betrothed to the prince. Hell,” he said, “you would be married to him right now, and probably fat with child. It's a shame what this world is coming to though.” Making a fist, he set his elbow on the table to rest his chin on his fist, “When the prince goes through these first ten or so wives, maybe it wouldn't be too late, and I could talk with the queen about you.”

It seemed that she would not have to convince her father of anything at all. Smiles were all right for her skin in small degrees. Her mother had said once that smile lines were actually attractive to husbands if both husband and wife became old together. So Sunabi smiled.

“Would you play a match with her, Daddy? Just once would be spectacular,” she said.

“Once,” he grunted.

“We could make a sport of it too,” Sunabi said. “I heard that the emperor hasn't seen a war-game match in ages. Perhaps, a battle between two wits like you would please him.” He cast a raised brow at her again, but she whipped out a fan to cover the lower half of her face, keeping her eyes perfectly calm, and her face smooth. “Perhaps you could play a war-game in history mode?”

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Vegeta dragged himself to his wife's chambers sometime after dark - he wasn't entirely sure of the hour, but it was dark, and he knew that she was likely deeply asleep. He figured that he could lay with her while she slept before he joined her in slumber. Grinning at the perverse thought, he pushed open the doors that led into her foyer. The sight of Radittsu with the maids surprised him only for a moment before remembering that the eunuch was required to be at her side like the maids and slaves.

Smirking to himself, he went into Kakarotto's sleeping chambers. His tail twitched against his stomach as he saw the rise and fall of her breast. Closing the door behind him, he crept carefully to the bed, and laid out beside her after stripping. She sighed, and rolled close to his heat.

He debated whether he should awaken her, marveling at the sight of her, and his change in attitude. To be sure, women were still rather useless in terms of the more important aspects of a prosperous life. However, he found that the means to a prosperous life were appreciated far greater. She has proven some skill in finding good food to fill me though. I suppose that fits in with seasonings and wheat, he thought. I haven't busted a shirt in days.

Kakarotto's eyes opened, and he bent down to kiss her. “Hmm?” She asked, and he tossed away every other thought on his mind other than ravaging her.

He was just wondering how deep he could really get into her when she sighed, and arched, causing him to hitch his breath. It was not from her movement that had made his breath catch - though it had certainly helped - but he had noticed the fuller shape of her bosom. His lapse in concentration cost him prematurely, and he husked, thrusting jaggedly until he was spent.

She gazed up at him, likely aching and confused while his entire body hummed wonderfully from his release. Laying next to her, he grunted tiredly, but his pride and conscience wouldn't let him sleep. His wife curled under his arm readily enough, but he could feel her small form still shaking, and knew that it would be a long while before she would fall sleep.

He watched Kakarotto close her eyes, and he cleared his throat, “Princess?”

“Yes, sire?” She said, and clutched earnestly to his arm. He could almost feel her ache through her touch, and he cradled her head to his chest before lowering his head to kiss and nuzzle her face.

Kakarotto sighed openmouthed, and he kissed her there, sucking onto her tongue heatedly, and pulling her closer. Her thigh pressed against his groin, but he knew he might not rise again that night, and Vegeta reluctantly pushed her legs away. The fatigue of the day was an unfortunate side effect in his nightlife, but one that he would soon work to overcome if he was to beget a child from his wife.

Vegeta paused to undo slowly the front latches of the blouse that was pressing her breasts up. Her bare chest was heaving as she watched him, and he tried to resist finding other ways to make her ache and scream and breathe so her breasts swell with every inhalation. Concentrating on the veins through her milky skin, he carefully noted whether the veins had thickened or had become more obvious since their first union. After a moment, he kissed one breast, and then ducked his head under their blankets to take a deep breath of her scents.

He heard her whimper - whimper! - causing his façade to nearly crack, but he only attempted to discern whether there were any differences in her alluring aroma. Sighing when he couldn't smell anything obvious, he laid beside her, starting to pet and stroke her into high arousal again.

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Turles hummed to himself after he landed his ship, beginning the lockdown procedures before he finally exited, admiring the architecture of the government building of Kanassa-sei. It was a shame that it would be destroyed as `proof,' but he decided not to let that bring him down. While he was inside, he would be able to snatch whatever fancied him for pawning anyway, and that would make up for quite a few misgivings he had of Bardock destroying the grand palace.

He crept along the rooftops towards the palace, remembering Bardock's warning that the Kanassajin would likely not be friendly to an unauthorized Saiyajin on the planet. On Kanassa-sei, the sun was still high in the sky, but he knew it was night on Vegeta-sei. His brother and his team would not arrive until it was early morning on Vegeta-sei, and that was when Turles had to be gone.

However, he also had to make sure that his intended targets were still in office up until the very last moment. In the confusion of the attacking Saiyajin, he could snatch them away without anyone alerting the media, and thus warning the Saiyajin Royalty that they still yet lived.

When he settled atop the roof, Turles took to watching the odd fish-faced people of this planet, wondering if they even tasted like fish as well. It seemed that Bardock and his crew might have a nice farewell meal before Bardock had to `die.'

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Kakarotto hummed softly while she ate, sitting across the table from the prince. She was sore, and her breasts were still aching from his attentions and touches, though she was not complaining in any form. Momentarily, she wondered if he would be willing to stroke and please her again that night, or if he would want to help her soothe her slightly dry nipples with oils, wanting to feel his rough hands massage sweet-scented perfumes into her flesh.

Glancing up at him, she smiled to herself when it seemed that he was enjoying his breakfast with her. He raised an aristocratic brow at her when she continued to peek and smile at him, and he finally gave a devilish grin in turn, appearing to read her mind, “Princess …”

“Vegeta,” she breathed out, and he didn't say anything for a while, obviously not comprehending the word until both eyebrows rose halfway up his forehead. Kakarotto's cheeks flushed hard, and she continued, “About last night, it was wonderful.” She watched his nostrils flare slightly, and she swallowed nothing as she watched him coil up with his eyes intently focused on her. Kakarotto said, “Tonight, I thought that - if time permits you - we could have dinner in my chambers and entertain another until nightfall.”

“Say that again,” he said.

She knew exactly what he was talking about, and answered, “Vegeta, would you please come to my chambers tonight?”

“No,” Vegeta said, and her chest crumpled slightly before he continued, his voice slightly excited about the prospects, and his eyes glinting, “you will come to my chambers. There we shall dine, and then go straight to bed. That is, if we even reach my bed.”

Kakarotto nodded just as the door opened, and she forced away what redness she had on her face, watching the queen as she bent down to kiss his forehead, “Prince, we've received word of the date of your grandparents' arrival.” He - already composed and having only a slight gleam in his eyes - glanced up at the queen, and nodded for her to continue, “They're coming at the end of the month. They said that they have a gift for you as well.”

“Really? Is it a wedding gift?” He returned to his meal, but turned his eyes so that he could watch Kakarotto, and smirked when she felt her cheeks redden.

“They didn't say. Gifts are usually surprises anyway. Also, Princess,” Queen Arba looked down at her, her chin rising, “General Nappa has challenged you to a war game to celebrate in front of the emperor and empress when they arrive.” When their eyes widened, she said with a small smile, “When he heard that you beat his daughter, he wanted a chance to test your skills, and asked my permission.”

Vegeta's lips pursed slightly, and he inspected Kakarotto a bit more closely, “My wife won against … Sunabi?” Drumming his hands on the tabletop, the lust in his eyes was gone completely, and in its place was a tactical mind that was spinning and turning at a pace that she could not quite discern. He said, “That's quite the feat.”

The princess clenched her fists into her skirts under the table, glancing at Radittsu who appeared slightly alarmed, “Is it? I was just playing a sporting game. I didn't think anything would come of it.”

He chuckled, leaning back into his chair, “Sunabi is the only beloved child of General Nappa. She was instructed in the art of war before she could walk - the same as I. She might have only underestimated you, Princess. Don't think that you can win against her teacher - the general himself - so easily.” Smirking when Kakarotto merely returned to her meal, he said, “I'm sure that you play well though. Maybe I can play a teaching game with you sometime.”

“I beat her Grand Army with a Peasant Army.”

His eyes narrowed before he nodded, “Ah, you did a culling. A simple tactic, but dangerous. I doubt that you'd be able to play the same way against the general. Sunabi is sure to have told him everything.” He smiled at his mother, and took her hand to kiss it, “Did he say what kind of game mode he wanted to play?”

“History mode,” Arba said, “since the princess seemed to love her Rebel Army so, Sunabi suggested that she might like to reenact the Talji'Be Rebellion.”

“Sunabi is certainly cruel to my wife,” he said in amusement. “She must be testing her. Not many can win with that scenario. At least, I know of none that have. You, Mother?”

Kakarotto saw her mother-in-law whip out her fan, covering the lower half of her face, and nothing glinted in her eyes, “None, Prince. Even the good general has never beaten the scenario as the Rebel Army.”

The Talji'Be Rebellion had not been so long ago, but the impact of that rebellion still troubled many commoners of the Empire. It had started due to the words of a single child to a foot-soldier over ninety years ago, and then had echoed down the streets to form into one sole battle-cry about which many veterans still laugh.

`I can.'

No other battle before or since could compare to the amount of lives and spirit lost in the peasant population. In the game scenario - just as it had been in actual events - the entire Saiyajin Army would be based at the palace, which meant that, while Kakarotto would have control over a massive army of rebels, General Nappa would be commanding the Guard, Grand, and Imperial Armies. Nearly two-thirds of the city's population had been annihilated in only days.

If an entire city - joined in arms as one body - could not defeat the Saiyajin Army, who could?

Kakarotto relaxed her hands in her skirts, and then looked at her guard again who was exceedingly pale. He tried to smile at her, but she knew that look. Radittsu could see no way to win. She could remember playing the scenario as a teaching method in Lord Nuches' estate, and with her father at the Night Watch's office. None of them had come up with any alternative to the scenario other than losing with dignity.

The only person she could remember that had even hinted at a strategy had been her father's tricky older brother, Turles. She recalled his conversation with her father while she had been watching them play in the office:

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“It's so easy,” he mumbled suddenly, and picked up his fruit to bite into it, sucking up what juices dripped down his chin.

“What is?” Bardock asked, putting his orders into the computer before smirking at him, and then said, “Losing? I don't see why you keep wanting to play this scenario. I know you're good, but you're not that good.”

“Papa,” she said, “you're going to win?”

He stroked her hair gently, causing a little chirp from her lips, “Yes, little one. The Saiyajin Army never loses.”

Turles laughed softly, starting to play his orders after inspecting something on his screen, “You can't go in with that kind of attitude, Bardock. You must always think you're going to win, or all else is lost.” He winked at her, “So don't listen to him, Kakarotto. Your papa's just a cranky old man that thinks he's always right. Never ever listen to him.”

She said, “But he's my papa. He is always right!”

“Don't think that,” he said.

“Leave her be, Turles.” Bardock said, “You'll put ideas in her poor little head.”

“There's nothing wrong with ideas. Did you hear that, Kakarotto? Your papa doesn't want you to think!”

“I can think! I can think, Turles!”

“But, Kakarotto, you said that your papa is always right.” He smirked at her father, teasing, and totally sure of himself, “If he thinks that you shouldn't think, then you should stop right now.”

“No!”

While Turles laughed, Bardock seethed, saying, “Damn it, Turles, that's not what I meant, and you know it.”

“So why'd you say it? Is it that she can have thoughts and ideas of her own in there, but she can't use them?” He smiled, and kissed Kakarotto's cheek when she began tugging on his arm, and batting it with a small fist, “You're a sharp little girl, aren't you? Tell you what, I'll show you a super secretive secret when you're older, and then you'll know everything in the world.”

She paused to pout at him, “Everything?”

“And more,” he said. “In the air, on the ground, on the streets, in every home, in the palace, and … then I'll show you the secret. Seeing is not always believing.” He finished his command to his peasant troops, and Bardock scowled at his screen abruptly.

“How did that player get there? Turles, did you rig the board again? I'm going to kill you if I have to replace this one too!”

Turles kissed the top of her head, “I didn't cheat. You can even open it up to see - since you need to see it to even know what it is.” He smiled at her, and winked again. “I can.”

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Kakarotto finished her meal in silence with her husband after the queen left, and she rose after he did, merely glancing back to make certain that the servants were clearing the table. Before Vegeta left to go to his office, she gently held his wrist, and he stopped to look at her questioningly. First, she whispered Radittsu away to go to the library before she turned to him again. She didn't say anything, but she stepped in front of him to check over his shirt and buttons to see whether it was too tight or not.

He grinned, and played with her hair, making her look up, “Are you nervous, Princess? You shouldn't be. As my First Wife, a loss with this scenario wouldn't shame me at all. Besides, against the general, it might even honor me if you lost with some dignity and poise.”

“Prince,” she said, and he seemed to wince, but she didn't retract it, “I'm going to be in the library if you need me to change your lunchtime to fit in your work.”

“The library?” He laughed, and said, “It is impossible to win against the Saiyajin Army. The game is so real that no one has ever found a way around it, and yet you're going to attempt it? You can't think to find a way in those books to win that scenario.”

“I can, Vegeta,” Kakarotto said, and he growled, pressing her against the wall before sliding her up so that they were face-to-face. As her heart hammered away, he dove in to kiss her, grasping tightly at her hips to grind his thigh between her legs. She smiled, and arched slightly as his thigh kept her up securely. “What?” She asked. “Did you like something you heard?” With another husky growl, he claimed her neck, sucking there, and then his thumbs kneading her breasts through her gown since her skirts were too thick to work at any sweet spots lower than her waist. As such, she was aching from just his kisses.

“I should punish you for saying that, Princess. Talking like some little commoner,” he husked breathlessly to her lips, and she smiled privately to herself. “Go to my room.”

Eyes widening, she clutched at his shoulders when he let her down, “What? What about your work? And you have a meeting with the emper-” She went still in shock as he started to stroke, and fondle her tail, causing her knees to turn to jelly, and she lost all thought processes in the procedure other than `how fast can he rip this thing off.' Kakarotto suddenly remembered something, and said as he led her away, “Vegeta, you can't ruin all these skirts, I'd have to walk back to my room naked.”

“So I'll only ruin one or two.” He turned on his scouter, and contacted someone on it, “General, it seems I'm going to be a bit busier than I thought. Hold up the office there, and call me when the emperor is there for the meeting. If I'm late, tell him that I'm dealing with a commoner.” She beamed, and kissed his neck, making him grasp at her waist tighter, and thumbed some of her tail glands, “Scratch that, I think she's a rebel.”

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Sighing heavily, Vegeta laid his head beside her finally, exhausted, but knowing that every moment of his punishment was worth it. With his duties delayed due to his and her amorous nature that morning - and afternoon - his father and grandfather had talked to him well into the night about … Gods, I can't even remember what they were lecturing. I just want to touch and feel her more.

“Kakarotto.”

He turned his head to nuzzle her soft hair and the nape of her neck, gently touching her shoulders and down her back to where her tail was slowly wagging. Stirring, she peered over her shoulder at him before shifting so that she was on her hands and knees, and his stomach knotted when saw the wonderful offer. Vegeta groaned before he was hovering over her, quivering as he worked almost feverishly, his senses heightened, and near to overloading his brain. It didn't help that she seemed to be under the same spell as he, taunting him into tasting and fondling her flesh.

His princess arched and twisted about, obviously begging for more. He stopped counting the times that he claimed her, and just concentrated on filling her up with enough lube so that she wouldn't be hurting so much in the morning, but almost abruptly, he realized there was none left, and he sat, staring at the bottle with no clear comprehension on his features. Vegeta shuddered when she wrapped her arms around his torso from behind, and pressed her tight form against his back.

Twitching before he moaned, Vegeta turned in her arms, pushing her onto her back, the bottle and its contents forgotten while he explored every little crevice that he could find. Sometime later, he realized that there was daylight streaking into his chambers, and he looked to his bedside to see a beat red maid who was carrying several bottles of lube on a tray.

“For - for the princess. Since she's in heat, the king will take care of your obligations for the duration of her-” she said before he almost tore one of her arms off to get a bottle, not even waiting for the young woman to shriek and run before he applied a very generous amount to his likely sore wife.

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I'm uh … XP Shut up, I couldn't help but do the `in heat' bit. Besides, they're a little pressing for time in this story, and I need to crunch in as much of it out as possible before I move or I'll get all distracted again.

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