Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )
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By: TheOtherSaiyan 
Vegeta has to remind Kakarot that he is not who he once was.
Warning: Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2017 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Vegeta has to remind Kakarot that he is not who he once was.
Warning: Lemon
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.28.2017 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter six
Kakarot woke a few hours later. The same heat still engulfed his body, but it was much more bearable than it had been. He noticed that Vegeta had left, and long enough ago that the bed was cool where he'd lain.
Making a face, Kakarot stood and made his way to the dresser to dress. There was a note stuck to the mirror, reading that Vegeta would be back later. He had some things that needed finishing up before he came back.
Kakarot felt dread wash over him. He was nervous to face the prince again, but he was also excited. This would never make sense.
Kakarot took the time to clean up the room a bit again, trying to remind himself that Vegeta was still his master, and he'd only done what was necessary to get him back to work.
----
Vegeta had met his father in the throne room, as promised. He knew what this meeting was about and he was damned tired of listening to his father bitch.
Vegeta was already twenty-one and he hadn't chosen a mate to bond with. The fact bothered the king to no end, and he'd brought in several warriors worthy of the prince's affections.
Seeing the parade of women at the front of the room, Vegeta rolled his eyes. The old man never gave up.
"Ah, Vegeta, what a treat for you to join us!" The king was seated in his throne, surrounded by women half his age. It was a distasteful display.
"Of course. I was summoned here, after all." Vegeta bit back at his father. His mother had died years ago, and his father's behavior wasn't unusual.
The king rose from the chair, stepping toward his son. "I've brought several of the planet's finest female warriors, my prince. I believe you'll find one that will reach your standards."
"I'm not interested. I've warned you before, father, I won't have you rushing my affairs." Vegeta scolded his father. "I will do things on my own time."
"Your own time? By the time I was your age, your mother was already bonded to me and with child. Think of your future, the future of the planet."
Vegeta snarled at the king. "I am doing just that. I will not mate a woman just for the sake of doing it." He wasn't ready to give up Kakarot, and he knew a woman wouldn't be fond of her mate's concubine hanging around.
Who the fuck was the prince kidding?
He wasn't ready to give up Kakarot because he'd never felt this protectiveness and attached to anyone before. If the slave had been anyone else, he would have already sent him away.
But not Kakarot.
"Son, I understand that you like having a personal concubine now, but the day is approaching quickly that you'll need to be bound."
Rolling his eyes, the younger Vegeta spoke. "I'm well aware of that. I will make my decision in due time."
"Tonight, we will be welcoming a visitor. I expect you to be on your best behavior, prince." The king snapped.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then, old man."
The king nodded, watching his son stomp from the room.
If he wanted the prince to buckle down, he'd have to get creative.
----
Vegeta could smell Kakarot's heat the whole way down the hallway. He made a mental note to have the area cleaned so the whole damned castle didn't know of his concubine's rut cycle.
Upon entering the room, he hadn't expected to see Kakarot kneeling by the prince's bedside, head down as if he was waiting for instruction.
Kakarot's muted scent hit Vegeta quickly. He didn't know how the boy was controlling the scent he released, but he'd figured it out. He'd convinced himself that he no longer needed to sate his urges.
What a naive child.
"Kakarot, you don't need to kneel by my bedside." Vegeta said, walking to the bed while the boy scrambled to his feet. He had his usual nervous look across his face.
"I felt that I should try and thank you for helping me."
"It's unnecessary. I have to go and greet guests later this evening. How're you feeling?" Vegeta asked, feeling a bit antsy about these visitors his father spoke of.
Kakarot shrugged. "Better."
"And the urges?"
Kakarot blushed. "They aren't so bad."
Vegeta could tell by the musk coating every inch of the room that the boy was downplaying his struggles. "I don't like when people lie to me, boy."
Kakarot said nothing, but held his master's gaze. His large dark eyes seemed to speak to Vegeta. He knew how embarrassed the boy was about his urges and didn't want Vegeta to think he was weak.
Vegeta chuckled. "You only have to ask, Kakarot. I won't do anything unless you ask."
The boy's eyes grew wide. "But, but..." Kakarot nearly choked on the contradiction he was being presented. His masters weren't supposed to serve him.
"Don't stutter, Kakarot. You need to tell me what you want. It's like asking for permission, but asking for attention." Vegeta purred as he walked toward his lover.
Kakarot tensed, obviously still very nervous.
Vegeta came closer, until their chests were nearly touching. His shoulders were drawn back, the epitome of confidence.
"My prince..." Kakarot hesitated.
Vegeta reached up and grabbed a fist of Kakarot's shirt, pulling the boy's head down to his level. "What do you want?" His voice was stern, making his dominance known.
A sudden dark look passed over Kakarot's dark eyes. The prince smirked, knowing that he'd tapped into what he'd wanted.
"I want you, prince." Kakarot muttered.
"I need to hear you!" Vegeta said through clenched teeth.
Kakarot didn't say anything else, but moved his hands up to cup the prince's face, holding him while he leaned down to brush his lips against the smaller man's. Vegeta chuckled against his lover's lips.
Kakarot pressed against Vegeta, causing Vegeta to notice how turned on the boy truly was. This was going to be fun.
Vegeta hadn't been expecting Kakarot to pull him over to the bed and almost push him onto the mattress. Suddenly, Vegeta was flat on his back with Kakarot hovering over him. It was obvious to the prince that Kakarot wasn't asserting dominance, but he was far more outgoing this time.
Vegeta chuckled lowly as Kakarot pushed his fingers underneath the prince's chest plate and pulled up, trying to remove it. Sensing his struggle, the smaller Saiyan held up his arms, helping him along.
With that out of the way, Kakarot's eyes roamed the beautiful planes of his prince. The black spandex hugged every crevice, extenuating his beauty. Kakarot loved the way his mouth softly parted when he was excited, and how deep his eyes became when he allowed it.
Kakarot purred, leaning in to lick the slight shine of perspiration from Vegeta's jaw, making the man beneath him shiver.
Kakarot was soon only clothed in a pair of boxers, while Vegeta's spandex was pushed down to his hips, exposing his perfect muscular hips. The way the muscle bunched into a nice V made Kakarot's loins jerk.
Kakarot kissed Vegeta's mouth enthusiastically. He pushed the spandex off of Vegeta's body, exposing the swollen need between the prince's legs. It twitches in response to Kakarot's examination of it. He'd never seen a penis as beautiful, or enticing at all, but this one was different.
Kakarot experimentally licked up the underside of Vegeta's royal cock. Vegeta moaned in a very uncharacteristic manner. The sound made Kakarot's muscles jerk in anticipation.
He tried to mimick what Vegeta had done to him earlier that day. He swirled his tongue quickly, trying to suck while he was moving up and down. A strangling noise came from the prince as he clenched his teeth.
Kakarot moved off of him at the sound. "Is this okay?" He was terrified of messing this up.
"Yes, Kakarot! Don't stop!" Vegeta scolded through clenched teeth.
The younger man continued, trying his hardest to make his master happy.
A violent throb came from Vegeta's hard need, filling Kakarot's mouth with the salty essence of his prince. He swallowed several times in order to keep any from spilling out.
Vegeta pulled his slave's boxers off, multitasking and grabbing the lube from the bedside table. He expertly coated his fingers, locating Kakarot's entrance. He was still below the boy, but he figured there was always different positions the boy could try.
After a quick preparation, Vegeta lined up his cock and slowly lowered the boy onto it by pulling on his hips.
Pain was still present for Kakarot, but he assumed it would pass, as it did last time. He moaned as he was slowly impaled. Vegeta left him plenty of time to adjust before he smirked up at the boy.
"Go on, Kakarot. Move." Vegeta chuckled, watching intently as the boy put his hands on the prince's chest to help center himself.
He moved slowly at first, still trying to adjust. This position offered easier access to his prostate, causing the tip of Vegeta's erection to brush against it with every movement.
As he sped up, he was amazed at how beautiful Vegeta looked as his eyes drifted closed and his cheeks flushed in ecstasy.
The now familiar tightening took over both men, causing their releases to be only seconds apart. Both men laid with their bodies touching for several minutes afterwards, basking in the feel of skin against skin.
Kakarot woke a few hours later. The same heat still engulfed his body, but it was much more bearable than it had been. He noticed that Vegeta had left, and long enough ago that the bed was cool where he'd lain.
Making a face, Kakarot stood and made his way to the dresser to dress. There was a note stuck to the mirror, reading that Vegeta would be back later. He had some things that needed finishing up before he came back.
Kakarot felt dread wash over him. He was nervous to face the prince again, but he was also excited. This would never make sense.
Kakarot took the time to clean up the room a bit again, trying to remind himself that Vegeta was still his master, and he'd only done what was necessary to get him back to work.
----
Vegeta had met his father in the throne room, as promised. He knew what this meeting was about and he was damned tired of listening to his father bitch.
Vegeta was already twenty-one and he hadn't chosen a mate to bond with. The fact bothered the king to no end, and he'd brought in several warriors worthy of the prince's affections.
Seeing the parade of women at the front of the room, Vegeta rolled his eyes. The old man never gave up.
"Ah, Vegeta, what a treat for you to join us!" The king was seated in his throne, surrounded by women half his age. It was a distasteful display.
"Of course. I was summoned here, after all." Vegeta bit back at his father. His mother had died years ago, and his father's behavior wasn't unusual.
The king rose from the chair, stepping toward his son. "I've brought several of the planet's finest female warriors, my prince. I believe you'll find one that will reach your standards."
"I'm not interested. I've warned you before, father, I won't have you rushing my affairs." Vegeta scolded his father. "I will do things on my own time."
"Your own time? By the time I was your age, your mother was already bonded to me and with child. Think of your future, the future of the planet."
Vegeta snarled at the king. "I am doing just that. I will not mate a woman just for the sake of doing it." He wasn't ready to give up Kakarot, and he knew a woman wouldn't be fond of her mate's concubine hanging around.
Who the fuck was the prince kidding?
He wasn't ready to give up Kakarot because he'd never felt this protectiveness and attached to anyone before. If the slave had been anyone else, he would have already sent him away.
But not Kakarot.
"Son, I understand that you like having a personal concubine now, but the day is approaching quickly that you'll need to be bound."
Rolling his eyes, the younger Vegeta spoke. "I'm well aware of that. I will make my decision in due time."
"Tonight, we will be welcoming a visitor. I expect you to be on your best behavior, prince." The king snapped.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then, old man."
The king nodded, watching his son stomp from the room.
If he wanted the prince to buckle down, he'd have to get creative.
----
Vegeta could smell Kakarot's heat the whole way down the hallway. He made a mental note to have the area cleaned so the whole damned castle didn't know of his concubine's rut cycle.
Upon entering the room, he hadn't expected to see Kakarot kneeling by the prince's bedside, head down as if he was waiting for instruction.
Kakarot's muted scent hit Vegeta quickly. He didn't know how the boy was controlling the scent he released, but he'd figured it out. He'd convinced himself that he no longer needed to sate his urges.
What a naive child.
"Kakarot, you don't need to kneel by my bedside." Vegeta said, walking to the bed while the boy scrambled to his feet. He had his usual nervous look across his face.
"I felt that I should try and thank you for helping me."
"It's unnecessary. I have to go and greet guests later this evening. How're you feeling?" Vegeta asked, feeling a bit antsy about these visitors his father spoke of.
Kakarot shrugged. "Better."
"And the urges?"
Kakarot blushed. "They aren't so bad."
Vegeta could tell by the musk coating every inch of the room that the boy was downplaying his struggles. "I don't like when people lie to me, boy."
Kakarot said nothing, but held his master's gaze. His large dark eyes seemed to speak to Vegeta. He knew how embarrassed the boy was about his urges and didn't want Vegeta to think he was weak.
Vegeta chuckled. "You only have to ask, Kakarot. I won't do anything unless you ask."
The boy's eyes grew wide. "But, but..." Kakarot nearly choked on the contradiction he was being presented. His masters weren't supposed to serve him.
"Don't stutter, Kakarot. You need to tell me what you want. It's like asking for permission, but asking for attention." Vegeta purred as he walked toward his lover.
Kakarot tensed, obviously still very nervous.
Vegeta came closer, until their chests were nearly touching. His shoulders were drawn back, the epitome of confidence.
"My prince..." Kakarot hesitated.
Vegeta reached up and grabbed a fist of Kakarot's shirt, pulling the boy's head down to his level. "What do you want?" His voice was stern, making his dominance known.
A sudden dark look passed over Kakarot's dark eyes. The prince smirked, knowing that he'd tapped into what he'd wanted.
"I want you, prince." Kakarot muttered.
"I need to hear you!" Vegeta said through clenched teeth.
Kakarot didn't say anything else, but moved his hands up to cup the prince's face, holding him while he leaned down to brush his lips against the smaller man's. Vegeta chuckled against his lover's lips.
Kakarot pressed against Vegeta, causing Vegeta to notice how turned on the boy truly was. This was going to be fun.
Vegeta hadn't been expecting Kakarot to pull him over to the bed and almost push him onto the mattress. Suddenly, Vegeta was flat on his back with Kakarot hovering over him. It was obvious to the prince that Kakarot wasn't asserting dominance, but he was far more outgoing this time.
Vegeta chuckled lowly as Kakarot pushed his fingers underneath the prince's chest plate and pulled up, trying to remove it. Sensing his struggle, the smaller Saiyan held up his arms, helping him along.
With that out of the way, Kakarot's eyes roamed the beautiful planes of his prince. The black spandex hugged every crevice, extenuating his beauty. Kakarot loved the way his mouth softly parted when he was excited, and how deep his eyes became when he allowed it.
Kakarot purred, leaning in to lick the slight shine of perspiration from Vegeta's jaw, making the man beneath him shiver.
Kakarot was soon only clothed in a pair of boxers, while Vegeta's spandex was pushed down to his hips, exposing his perfect muscular hips. The way the muscle bunched into a nice V made Kakarot's loins jerk.
Kakarot kissed Vegeta's mouth enthusiastically. He pushed the spandex off of Vegeta's body, exposing the swollen need between the prince's legs. It twitches in response to Kakarot's examination of it. He'd never seen a penis as beautiful, or enticing at all, but this one was different.
Kakarot experimentally licked up the underside of Vegeta's royal cock. Vegeta moaned in a very uncharacteristic manner. The sound made Kakarot's muscles jerk in anticipation.
He tried to mimick what Vegeta had done to him earlier that day. He swirled his tongue quickly, trying to suck while he was moving up and down. A strangling noise came from the prince as he clenched his teeth.
Kakarot moved off of him at the sound. "Is this okay?" He was terrified of messing this up.
"Yes, Kakarot! Don't stop!" Vegeta scolded through clenched teeth.
The younger man continued, trying his hardest to make his master happy.
A violent throb came from Vegeta's hard need, filling Kakarot's mouth with the salty essence of his prince. He swallowed several times in order to keep any from spilling out.
Vegeta pulled his slave's boxers off, multitasking and grabbing the lube from the bedside table. He expertly coated his fingers, locating Kakarot's entrance. He was still below the boy, but he figured there was always different positions the boy could try.
After a quick preparation, Vegeta lined up his cock and slowly lowered the boy onto it by pulling on his hips.
Pain was still present for Kakarot, but he assumed it would pass, as it did last time. He moaned as he was slowly impaled. Vegeta left him plenty of time to adjust before he smirked up at the boy.
"Go on, Kakarot. Move." Vegeta chuckled, watching intently as the boy put his hands on the prince's chest to help center himself.
He moved slowly at first, still trying to adjust. This position offered easier access to his prostate, causing the tip of Vegeta's erection to brush against it with every movement.
As he sped up, he was amazed at how beautiful Vegeta looked as his eyes drifted closed and his cheeks flushed in ecstasy.
The now familiar tightening took over both men, causing their releases to be only seconds apart. Both men laid with their bodies touching for several minutes afterwards, basking in the feel of skin against skin.