Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Progress of a Prince ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter nine

Within the next three months, Kakarot trained under his father, learning to control his super Saiyan powers. He was progressing quickly, and was soon an even match for his sire.

Vegeta and Kakarot continued to share a bedroom, and even a bed most nights, but they hadn't had any physical relationship since that night, much to Vegeta's distaste.

Kakarot was trained in being a personal guard for his prince. The king had complimented his loyalty on several occasions, and stressed to him how happy he was to have another super Saiyan in his army.

Kakarot kept his personal feelings extremely quiet. He wanted no one to understand what was going through his head. He didn't want Vegeta to know of the sick things that he'd been through, and how he'd wished he could end it all so he could escape the torment. He refused to relive the hours of torture that Zarbon had inflicted on him. He'd trained himself to repress the night terrors that cursed him, as to not worry Vegeta.

Kakarot accompanied Vegeta to the Ball of Allies, a Saiyan banquet held to celebrate the alliances to the worlds around them. All officials of those worlds would be attending.

"Zarbon will be present." Vegeta warned his guard. Vegeta was dressed in formal armor. His chest plate was very similar, but his shoulders were covered by the pads and the blue plate was embrazened with a gold royal crest over the left peck. A cape hung behind him, flowing down to his waist.

Kakarot was wearing normal battle armor, but it was royal blue, the color of the royal house. He had a cape as well, but his only attached at one shoulder, and was a few inches shorter than Vegeta's.

"That won't be a problem, my lord." Kakarot said, leaning against the wall. His tail was wrapped around his waist, exactly how his father had taught him.

"I wanted to let you know. I know it was hard for you." Vegeta explained.

Kakarot chuckled. "Everything else was hard as well. I'll be fine."

Vegeta was growing worried by Kakarot's unwillingness to talk about everything that had happened that night. Whenever it was brought up, he dodged the subject. Vegeta didn't push it, but the fact that Kakarot hadn't asked for sex, even when he was missing heavily, made him worry even more.

Upon arriving at the ball, but Vegeta and Kakarot took their seats at the head table. Kakarot sat between his father and his prince.

The king stood, addressing the room. "I'd like to thank everyone for attending. It is a very special day for us, and a wonderful alliance we have with every single one of you."

Vegeta took a look over to his guard, who had spotted Zarbon across the room. His eyes remained locked on the man, forcing himself to keep calm. Vegeta pretended not to notice Kakarot's muscles tensing involuntarily.

The boy had gotten much better at hiding his fear.

"With the prince's coronation only a few months away, we thought this would be a great chance to get to know the new king of Planet Vegeta."

The room filled with applause. Vegeta stood and nodded to all the beings in the room.

Kakarot kept his eyes on Zarbon, never allowing him out of his sight.

The meal was served minutes later. Vegeta ate in silence, watching Kakarot intently. He knew the boy was much more afraid than he was willing to show. His hands were stable, but he was moving slowly.

The king looked over to his son. "Where is the Earthling?"

Vegeta searched for Bulma in the crowd, not seeing her. "She's usually late. That mate of her's takes forever to be ready."

A few minutes later, Bulma came barreling into the room, pulling her dark haired mate with her. "I'm sorry we're late!"

Vegeta smiled at the woman, and Kakarot jumped up, obviously excited. "Bulma!"

"Kakarot!" Bulma ran to him, hugging him tightly. "You look great!"

"I feel much better than the last time I saw you." Kakarot smiled at the woman's mate. "Hi, I'm Kakarot!"

"I'm Chi Chi." She smiled, holding out her hand.

Kakarot shook her hand enthusiastically.

Dinner progressed easily, uneventful. When Bardock pulled Vegeta aside for a moment, Kakarot was extremely confused, but figured they needed their privacy.

"Long time no see, boy."

The voice sent chills down Kakarot's spine. Zarbon had come to him.

Kakarot turned and nodded to the man. "I hope the day finds you well, Lord Zarbon."

The taller man chuckled. "Much better now that I've seen you."

Kakarot felt nauseous as the man grabbed him, fondling him aggressively.

"Stop it!" Kakarot said, pushing away from the man, trying to put distance between them.

"Oh, don't be shy." Zarbon leaned down, his lips almost brushing the Saiyan's ear. "You should be honored to even catch my eye after you tried to kill me last time. Luckily, for you, I'm resilient."

Kakarot stopped breathing completely, his mind screaming at him to run or scream for Vegeta.

Vegeta was safety.

When Vegeta entered the ballroom again, he growled when he saw Zarbon gripping HIS Kakarot.

Didn't that bastard do enough damage already?

Vegeta stalked over, looking into Zarbon's eyes. "I'd appreciate if you let my guard go."

"Oh, Vegeta. We were just having fun, weren't we, Kakarot?" Zarbon hissed.

Kakarot looked to the prince and immediately Vegeta saw how big his eyes were. He was clearly terrified.

"He's not having any fun. Release him." Vegeta said, pulling Kakarot gently by the arm. Zarbon allowed the prince to pull the boy away, but not before he grabbed a handful of the boy's ass.

"Until next time, Kakarot." Zarbon smiled devilishly at him.

Kakarot tried to hide his fear, calming his breathing immediately. He followed Vegeta to a secluded corner of the ballroom.

Vegeta touched his face gently, examining for bruises. "Did he hurt you?"

"No, my lord."

"Knock it off with the my lord shit. I want to make sure you're alright." Vegeta said, scanning the boy quickly. "What happened?"

"It's nothing important. We should go back to the party." Kakarot insisted.

"God damn it, Kakarot, tell me what the fuck happened." The prince's order came out harshly and sharp.

Kakarot centered his jaw. "He just grabbed at me is all."

"Stay by my side for the rest of the evening, do you understand me?"

"I'm to be protecting you, Vegeta, not the other way around."

Vegeta grabbed the boy's chin, forcing him to look at his prince. "Listen to me, boy." Vegeta paused for a moment, composing himself. "Bardock has brought something to my attention, and I will not have you getting hurt. That bastard never comes near you when I'm around."

"What did my dad tell you?"

"We'll discuss it later. For now, do not leave my side." Vegeta ordered.

Kakarot obeyed his order, even if he didn't like it. He followed Vegeta closely, watching as the prince introduced himself to many of the allies.

Bulma came over and spoke with the prince, telling him about how she was excited to look at the data for Bardock's project.

Kakarot couldn't even focus because Zarbon's gaze burned into him with every step he took.

By the end of the ball, Vegeta was pretty well off when it came to his consumption of alcohol, while Kakarot remained sober. Kakarot helped him to their room, almost carrying him.

"Kakarot." Vegeta said suddenly.

"Yes, my prince?"

"You look great in that armor."

Kakarot chuckled. "Thank you, my lord."

He pulled the prince into their bedroom, pulling off the prince's chest plate. He was hoping to at least get a pair of boxers on the prince so he could sleep without the armor in the way.

"Undressing me, Kakarot?" The intoxicated prince purred. His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes were unfocused and glassy.

"Sire, you're drunk." Kakarot said, trying to get the wiggling prince to the bed.

"Drunken words are sober thoughts, boy." Vegeta said, grabbing the guard's arms, pulling him down to bring him closer. "Come down here."

"Vegeta, you don't know what you're saying."

"I am drunk, not incompetent! How dare you insult my intelligence!" Vegeta shouted, pushing the larger man away.

"I'm just trying to get you to bed." Kakarot said softly.

"And I'm just trying to get YOU to bed." Vegeta said, suddenly shifting and pulling Kakarot down into the bed. Kakarot shouted in surprise, being shoved underneath his prince.

Vegeta smirked sinisterly above him. "That's much better." He crushed his lips to Kakarot's. Kakarot felt the odd twitch in his loins again, making him fight a moan. He couldn't let the prince do this.

"Vegeta." Kakarot said against the prince's lips. Vegeta quickly rerouted to his neck instead, sucking hard.

"I much prefer the way you look beneath me, Kakarot." He nipped the boy's neck playfully.

"Stop, you should get to sleep." The guard could barely speak coherently.

"Oh?" Vegeta moved down to brush his tongue over the larger man's collarbone. "What if I tell you that you can top this time?"

Kakarot's eyes widened. This was going too far. He pushed against the prince's chest, successfully pushing him down on the bed beside him so he could get up.

"Not tonight, Vegeta."

Vegeta sighed dramatically. "You've been saying that for months."

"You have no reason to serve me anymore. I'm not in heat. It's not proper for a man of your status to be sleeping with me anyway." Kakarot brushed off his armor and grabbed clothes to change into. He was hoping Vegeta would be passed out by the time he was finished in the shower.

His prayers were not answered.

When Kakarot came out of the bathroom in his pajama pants, Vegeta was laying on Kakarot's bed, completely naked and waving his tail seductively.

"My offer does have it's limits, boy." Vegeta said, lightly rubbing his own cock.

Kakarot tried to fight the erection threatening to embarrass him any moment now. Vegeta was laid out like a delicious meal in front of him, and he still had to refuse.

"Vegeta, please understand." Kakarot scratched the back of his head nervously. "You're a prince, and I'm just-"

"You're just the asshole refusing to give said prince what he asked for." Vegeta snapped, still rubbing himself slowly.

"You know it isn't that simple."

"It is, Kakarot." Vegeta smirked at him. "I want you to fuck me. It's just like following every other order I give you, but this one comes with a reward for you."

Kakarot swallowed hard.

"What the hell are you so afraid of, boy?" Vegeta asked harshly, sitting up on the bed.

Kakarot's jaw clenched, trying to compose himself. "You'll never understand."

"Of course I won't. You never speak of it, so how could I?"

"Why would I talk about it?" Kakarot shouted. "I've had countless men use me and treat me like shit! No one understands! No one CARES! I've only ever been a good fuck!"

Vegeta stared at the boy, finding himself sobering a bit at the admission.

"All I want is to forget, but there's always a stupid reminder of the fact that I'm just some whore for anyone's amusement. I can't even defend myself because I'm too fucking scared!" Kakarot grabbed fist fulls of his hair, tugging angrily.

"Kakarot, calm down." Vegeta stood up and walked over to the panicking man, lightly touching his arms.

"I won't, Vegeta! I felt safe! I was safe for a few days and then it all blew up in my face! I can't feel safe because it will all just happen again!"

"It won't, Kakarot. You're not a slave anymore. Don't be afraid to defend yourself." Vegeta continued to soothe the man, speaking to him lowly. "You're a guard of the prince. I won't allow anyone to take advantage of you again."

Kakarot's breathing slowed as he backed up to lean on the wall. "I just thought I'd finally found someone who gave a damn about me. I should have known it was because of the stupid rut."

Vegeta pulled his chin gently to look at him. "I do care about you, Kakarot. I'm not good at showing it, but I do."

"Then, why did you let it happen?"

Vegeta's stomach twisted. "I couldn't stop it." He leaned his forehead against the taller man's chin. "You're right. I should have protected you." Vegeta sighed. "But, I will now."

Kakarot looked into the sad eyes of his companion. "What?"

Vegeta smiled at him softly. "Your father has been working on a secret project for me. He was trying to find the loophole to allow me to take a male as a mate."

Kakarot's eyes widened. "And?"

"He found it, and all I have to do is produce an heir to the throne."

"How are you going to do that with a male mate?"

Vegeta rubbed his cheek over his chin affectionately. "Your father is a very brilliant man. He found out how to create an embroyo from two strands of separate male DNA. It can be implanted into a female carrier until it can be born."

Kakarot seemed confused. "But, what woman would carry?"

Vegeta smiled. "Bulma offered, simply for the experience."

"So, what does this mean?"

"Well," Vegeta purred into his companion's neck. "If you'll have me, I'd like to give you another promotion."

"Promotion?"

"Yes, to prince."

Kakarot's breath caught in his chest. Everything was moving so quickly. He had no time to process any of this. The prince was proposing mating with him, but why? What made him so special.

"Kakarot?" Vegeta whispered, his warm breath brushing over his guard's chest.

"I don't know what to say, Vegeta." When the words came, Kakarot didn't recognize them as his own.

"Don't worry about the answer right now." Vegeta pressed soft kisses to his jawline. Kakarot's eyes drifted closed, a purr resinated through his chest and a lovely burn began in his belly.

"Do you want me, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked, rubbing his hands over his companion's chest.

Kakarot moaned, feeling the burning fingertips over his skin. "Yes, my prince." Goosebumps covered his skin.

The prince pulled Kakarot over to his bed slowly, never breaking contact. Kakarot followed, allowing himself to be pushed down onto his back.

Tomorrow didn't matter.

Right now, he needed this. He needed his prince.

Vegeta slipped a finger beneath the waistband of the boy's pants, brushing over the tip of his erection. His breath coming out in a hiss, Kakarot pushed his pants down his hips. His lips met the prince's, pulling him deeper into this game.

He started to feel all the urges he'd always suppressed, but this was different. He wanted to take care of his prince, and claim his prize.

"Let your instincts go, Kakarot." Vegeta instructed.

With a growl, Kakarot pushed his elder over so he was now hovering above, exploring the other Saiyan's body with his hands, his mouth, anything possible.

Vegeta smirked, spreading his thighs so he could rest between them as those lips savored every inch of his body.

This was it.

Kakarot soon would act on the urge to dominate the weaker of the two, and lay a claim to his prince.

This was new to Vegeta. He'd never been taken before, but this was necessary in order to bond. He was no longer the superior of the two, and he had to submit to his soon-to-be mate.

Kakarot closed his mouth around the royal cock, sucking hard and getting lost in the moans and hisses of the other. Vegeta's hands nestled in his hair, urging him on.

Kakarot only pushed this on instinct. He reached over to grab the small tube of lubricant, coating his fingers as he'd seen Vegeta do. The musk of the smaller warrior filled his nose, making him mad with want.

He continued to suck as he pushed past the ring of muscle with one finger, searching.

A grunt escaped Vegeta at the odd intrusion. He knew this was going to be awkward, and painful, but he tried to keep himself relaxed.

The cry that filled the room made Kakarot's cock twitch anxiously. He'd found the prince's prostate, pushing against it with every thrust to hear more of that gorgeous sound.

Another finger joined the first, taking his time to prepare the prince. The two were easily stretching him, but a third was added for good measure. Once he was sure the prince was ready, he positioned himself, but leaned over his prey, kissing him softly.

"Are you ready?" Kakarot asked in a low, husky voice.

Vegeta shivered at the sound. "Yes."

Kakarot pushed forward slowly, causing Vegeta to tense and whimper. Kisses rained down on his face as Kakarot whispered to him in encouragement. "Remember, my prince, it will fade." Kakarot repeated the phrase Vegeta had said to him. He pushed forward until he was completely inside of the prince. His muscles shook with the effort to not pound into the small man.

The slow thrusts that followed still made Vegeta whimper in pain, but the pain was quickly forgotten when Kakarot adjusted his angle and smacked into that beautiful bundle of nerves. The thrusts quickened and the prince screamed in ecstasy.

Kakarot resisted an urge he never thought he'd have. He wanted to bite the prince. His mind wondered how his blood would taste, slipping over his tongue and down his throat.

"Do. It. Kakarot." Vegeta urged between thrusts, pushing the boy's head into the crook of his neck.

Kakarot hesitated, but the urge was too strong. He bit down into the flesh, hard enough that blood freely flowed into his mouth and his orgasm quickly approached.

Vegeta moaned at the sheer pleasure of it, waiting for his turn. Kakarot released his neck and panted down into the wound, filling his nerve endings with beautiful pain.

Vegeta returned the bite as his orgasm crashed through him. Kakarot shouted his release as the warm fluid coated their bellies and his blood dripped slowly down his neck.

Both men collapsed, falling into each other's arms, and their souls.