Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter two

Luckily, Kakarot slept through the rest of the night without incident. He was awake before Vegeta or Nappa, because he was accustomed to rising with the sun. Instead of going to fight something to satisfy his aching stomach, he knelt by the prince's mat, knowing that if he ate without permission, there may be consequences.

Vegeta woke after a call came from his scouter, notifying him that both pods were fueled and had any necessary repairs.

He scowled at the younger Saiyan. "Why are you on the floor?"

Kakarot looked up. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I was waiting for you to wake."

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Fine, now get up. We need to eat before we leave."

At the mention of food, Kakarot's eyes brightened up and he slowly stood, still very sore from his injuries.

All three men gathered at the table and Nappa released a storage capsule, revealing a mound of non-perishable food. The two older men didn't waste any time digging into the feast, but Kakarot was wary of it.

"Eat, you imbecile." Vegeta scolded.

Kakarot nodded, picking at the food gently, eating only enough to satisfy the ache.

Vegeta watched him closely, trying to figure out what was going on with this slave. He was childish, and skittish. Never in his life had he seen a submissive Saiyan. That bothered him on a level he wasn't comfortable with. It made him pity the boy.

"You better eat enough to last you for a while. It's a significant trip to Planet Vegeta." he warned Kakarot.

Kakarot swallowed hard. "I will finish whatever is left once you're finished, my prince."

"You will eat now or you won't eat at all." Vegeta snapped.

Kakarot broke eye contact and continued to pick at the food, but with more vigor. He hadn't had this much food laid out for him since he was on Earth.

After the food was gone, Vegeta ordered Kakarot to pull his training suit down to his hips. As Kakarot followed his orders, he trembled, dreading what he believed was coming. This was always how it started. They'd slowly get him comfortable and then everything would change.

"Relax, Kakarot. I'm just putting healing gel on your wounds." Vegeta scolded from behind him.

Kakarot tried to will the shaking to stop, but it was difficult. It was like a vicious cycle of terror that never ended.

As the cool gel made contact with his skin, Kakarot jumped. He could feel the tingling as it worked it's magic on the still open wounds. He sat as still as he could as he waited for the prince to finish this.

He couldn't help but feel a little more safe with Vegeta. He'd never actually raised a hand to the slave, and that was nice, but the fear still resided in him.

"You're going to have to learn to trust me, Kakarot. You'll be in a space pod with me for a number of days. If you can't trust me, there will be more problems." Vegeta explained, grabbing the remainder of his things and loading them into capsules.

Kakarot stared at him, wide-eyed. "I'm riding with you?"

"Yes, where else would you go? We have only two ships. Are you going to squeeze in with Nappa?" Vegeta laughed.

The sound of the swallow was louder than probably necessary.

"You'll be riding with me, Kakarot. Get ready." Vegeta said soberly.

Kakarot wasted no time with making sure he was ready for this trip and allowed Vegeta and Nappa to lead him to the loading docks where the small, round ships were setting.

"How are we both going to fit?" Kakarot asked, his voice low.

"Simple, the seat is large enough for the two of us, it'll just be a little tight. Don't worry, you'll sleep through the journey." Vegeta told him as Nappa went to his own pod, allowing the door to close.

Kakarot climbed into the pod first, settling in the seat that was a lot larger than it had looked on the outside. Vegeta came in and settled in beside him, closing the door. Attaching his scouter, Vegeta gave Nappa the okay for lift off.

"Brace yourself, Kakarot. The pressure is a little intense." Vegeta warned, setting the coordinates into the control system.

As they took off, Kakarot was pushed back into his seat further, feeling like he couldn't breathe. It did not take long to subside, though.

Vegeta reached into the side of the ship, pulling out a face mask that connected to a tube, and turned on the machine.

"Hypersleep sequence activated." A monotone voice spoke over the intercoms.

Vegeta handed the mask to Kakarot, who looked at him questioningly.

"Just breathe in the gas. It will put you to sleep." Vegeta explained.

Kakarot swallowed the lump in his throats and his hands started to tremble. Why did Vegeta want him to sleep?

"Damn it, Kakarot, just do it. I'm going to do the same thing. It won't hurt you."

Kakarot followed orders, trying not to be scared. Once he fell into sleep, Vegeta followed suit, truly pitying the boy. It takes a lot to break a Saiyan spirit.

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Kakarot found himself starting to regain consciousness and looked over to see that Vegeta was starting to as well.

After Vegeta had come to, he activated his scouter. "We're entering the atmosphere, prepare for our landing." He immediately deactivated it, and started pressing buttons to activate the landing mechanisms.

"It's going to be a rough landing, be prepared."

"Your highness, may I ask what your plan is for me when we arrive? You had said we could work something out, but haven't mentioned it since." Kakarot said, seeming to try and sound confident.

Vegeta chuckled. "Only because you're a pathetic weakling, I've decided to take you under my wing and train you. However, that will not be what anyone else believes, because it would put my reputation in danger. As far as anyone else is concerned, you are my concubine."

"What?" Kakarot shouted, startled.

"Oh, don't sound so appalled. It's the only way to keep you safe. No one is allowed to harm the prince's concubine. That way, until you're strong enough to defend yourself, you'll be under the protection of the royal house of Vegeta. It's an honor to be deemed as the concubine of a member of the royal family. It's a title, and nothing more." Vegeta flashed a smile at his companion.

"So..." Kakarot paused. "So I won't be serving the duties of a concubine?"

"I'm not going to fuck you, Kakarot. I'm going to train you because it is pitiful to see a member of a warrior race be so fragile. Once you're strong enough, you'll go on your own." Vegeta assured. "Now, we're preparing to land. When we leave this ship, you will meet no one's eyes. You're respected for being my concubine, but a servant nonetheless. I'll brush you up on formal etiquette later."

Suddenly, the pressure Kakarot remembered from before bore down on him, making the ship feel like it was going to fall apart.

It didn't end until he felt the ship bounce down into a small trampoline-like base where it was deemed safe to exit.

"Stay close to me. Do not speak to anyone. I'll handle everything." Vegeta pushed the door to the pod open, revealing a Planet unlike any that Kakarot had ever seen. The sky was a brilliant red, while the ground was more of a sandy texture. They were walking on a metal floor, but it appeared to be part of a huge landing area, filled with dozens of those trampoline things. Kakarot had never seen anything quite like it.

He continued to examine his environment while he and Vegeta made their way to a taller man who had a striking resemblance to the prince. Kakarot assumed he was the king.

"How were your travels, Vegeta?" The king's voice was much darker, almost sinister, compared to the younger Vegeta.

"Unproductive. I've made no headway with the treaty with Planet Felter." the prince proclaimed.

The king's eyes glanced over to Kakarot, who was doing his best not to meet his gaze. "I see you've brought home Bardock's boy."

Vegeta smirked at his father. "Yes, and I've already assigned him as well."

"You have?"

"Yes. He is to be my concubine until I tire of him."

"His clothing looks large. He should be fitted with clothes that fit, and match his title."

Vegeta nodded. "That's the first thing I plan to do."

The king circled Kakarot once, examining him closely. "He looks like being a concubine would suit him."

Kakarot felt his ever-present trembling begin again. The king was examining him like some kind of show cattle.

"Where has his tail gone, Vegeta?" The king's voice boomed behind Kakarot.

"He was a slave on the planet, and the master removed it. I believe either his father, or the Earthling woman will be able to help find a way to regenerate it."

A scientist from Earth by the name of Bulma Briefs was a large contributor to the Saiyan culture. She was an inventor, and oftentimes worked very efficiently. Her fiery personality and temper made her a pleasure to work with, and great entertainment. She was extremely well respected by the Saiyan people. If she wasn't already mated to a fellow Earthling woman, she would be extremely desirable as a bedmate.

The king nodded and continued. Kakarot looked over to the prince, trying to calm himself.

"That will be amazing if they can make that happen. He's a very attractive concubine."

Kakarot felt the sweat rolling down the back of his neck as his nerves skyrocketed.

"In fact, when you tire of him, I may take him for myself."

Kakarot tried to level his breathing.

"If it is okay, father, I'm going to take Kakarot to get fit for his clothing and get him set with an identification band." Vegeta said, waving Kakarot to follow him.

Kakarot followed quickly, excited to get out of the king's questioning glare.

Vegeta lead Kakarot to the studio of the royal seamstress. She was a beautiful woman with short, dark hair, and was clothed in a similar training suit and chest plate to Vegeta's.

"Hello, prince Vegeta. What a pleasure to see you." The woman leaned against the table.

"The pleasure is mine, Fresca. I need clothes made for my new concubine." Vegeta said, pushing Kakarot toward the woman. "I need things as similar to training clothing as possible, but some comfortable wear for sleep."

"As you wish, my prince." Fresca made fast work of measuring Kakarot and tracking all the measurements. "And an identification band?"

"Make it of tough metal, so it won't break, but I can get it off if need be."

"Of course, your highness."

Suddenly, a cold metal band snapped over Kakarot's wrist. The metal had a royal blue band in the center, identifying him as property of the prince.

"Don't worry, Kakarot." Vegeta said. "It's simply to mark you as mine."

Kakarot nodded, feeling a bit demeaned.

"I expect a few pieces to be done by this evening, Fresca. I know I can count on you for your speed." Vegeta said, demanding.

"Yes, your highness."

Vegeta then started to lead Kakarot towards the prince's private chambers.

"You will be staying in my chambers with me, Kakarot. This will keep your cover secure." Vegeta explained as he pushed the door open. The room was all painted in dark blues and blacks, but the satin bedsheets were a bright red. "I'll get some sheets for a guest bed for you. No one will question me not wanting to share my bed with you."

"How should I address you?" Kakarot asked.

Vegeta chuckled, sitting in a small chair by his bed. "Address me as you have been recently, that is formal, at least in public. You may call me Vegeta in private."

"Yes, sire."

"When seeing my father, address him similarly, but do not look him in the eye. You're also going to have to bow to him. It's only proper. Most slaves are below you, and must address you formally, but you may speak informally to them. Do not leave this room unless I have given you permission."

Kakarot nodded, trying to remember everything.

Vegeta ordered out for food, knowing he'd soon be hungry after the week journey to get home. Hypersleep always made him hungry for days following.

"After we eat, we'll go converse with Bulma about regenerating your tail. She is very respected amoungst our people, so you must respect her as well."

"Bulma?" Kakarot asked, the name sounding familiar.

"Yes. She's an Earthling who is incredibly intelligent. We have an alliance with them and she's always excited to do things like this. We'll have to fly her out here, but I want to see if she's even willing to try first." Vegeta explained. "She is very eccentric, so don't be surprised if she's loud and addresses us informally. She's the only human we allow to do it because her mind is so important to us."

"Bulma Briefs?"

"You've heard of her, I see."

Kakarot's eyes brightened. "Yes, I have. She's famous around Earth. I'd never met her, but she seems phenomenal."

"She is, indeed." Vegeta explained.

The food arrived soon after and Kakarot ate with much more excitement this time. Food was flying everywhere, but Vegeta was just happy to see the boy eat. He felt an eerie protectiveness over the boy. It had disturbed him deeply to know that he'd been taken advantage of so many times already and his first rut hasn't even happened yet. The poor boy didn't even know the passion that lovemaking could bring, the joy it could be.

The day would come when he would feel the urge to mate and it would be a weird moment for him. It would be very confusing. He would be afraid, but his need would have to be satisfied.

Vegeta wasn't sure what would happen when that day came.