Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 3 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 3 by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warning: This story contains Yaoi. It is not for under age readers.

Author's Note: I actually had fun making this chapter. Can you believe it? I sure as HFIL can't. O____o''

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"I can't do it," Goku said.

They were outside in the gardens. Goku had been trying to show the prince the attack he had used on one of his masters' pets. So far, the slave had managed to break a sweat and nothing else.

It was a disappointment. Vegeta had been looking forward to sparring with someone. He was tired of using the mountain range at the opposite end of his estate as target practice. The mountains did not hit back and so they made poor training companions.

Maybe Kakarott needed to be in serious danger, or threatened. Vegeta considered this and called out to Goku then threw three small energy blasts at his feet. The Saiyan cried out in fear and fell well out of the way of the tiny ki induced explosions. Clomps of dirt pelted him, further dirtying his loincloth.

Vegeta made a sound of disapproval and crossed his arms. Kakarott was embarrassingly inept and untrained. Kakarott had a lot of work ahead of him before he could even reach the level of power that Vegeta himself possessed.

"Can you fly?" Vegeta inquired.

Goku's face warmed as he considered whether he should tell him. His previous masters had freaked out when they had learned that they owned a slave who could fly. It didn't make sense to them to keep him after that. What good was a slave that could escape whenever he wanted to? Of course, they never bothered to notice that Goku had never once run away from them. Maybe the very thing itself -flying, had scared them. Goku had never thought about that aspect until now.

He studied the prince's expressionless face and felt the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. There was something about the prince…

"Kakarott."

…that made him smile all the time. He had noticed it the first time that he had ever laid eyes on him. There was a certain connection between them. Maybe it's our Saiyan blood, he thought.

"Kakarott!"

"Huh?"

"Can you fly?"

He smiled and answered, "Yes, master."

"Good. We are going to the city," Vegeta said and ascended into the air.

Goku looked up at him and asked him, "Why?"

"To get you some new clothes."

New clothes…wow. He was going to get new loincloths. How exciting!

"Okay," Goku said and flew up beside him.

"Try to keep up," Vegeta smirked and took off in a flash.

Goku stared at the distant light that surrounded the prince, his mouth agape. "Wow, he's really fast! Master! Wait up!" He shook his head to clear his stupor, and flew in the direction of the prince.

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Vegeta made a sound of impatience and told the owner of the clothing establishment, "No, no more loincloths. I want him fully dressed -from the neck down."

"Yes sir, but you do know that he is a slave, right?"

"You do know that I can take my business elsewhere, right?" Vegeta glared at him.

The tailor quickly snatched up the rejected clothing and hurried into the back room to fetch more suitable garments.

"Master?"

Vegeta looked at the younger Saiyan, a brow raised in query.

"He's right," Goku said. "I'm a slave."

"So?"

"I'm not supposed to wear anything that hides my status."

"Your status is the last thing that you should worry about when it is your privates that are in danger of falling out of that rag."

His words made Goku feel embarrassed. It was true that the loincloth was old. He had owned the once white material for three years now. While the fabric itself was designed to withstand aging, it was still prone to becoming worn out. It was cream colored now. He ducked his head as he became fully aware of the condition of his loincloth.

"Uh, sorry," he apologized and tried to adjust the thing. "Is this better?"

"Leave it. You'll be rid of it soon enough."

Did the master realize that what he had said sounded…suggestive? Goku tilted his head and unconsciously ran his thumbs along the waistband of his loincloth. Goku wouldn't mind at all if the prince wanted to take him. It was his right anyway. It still bothered him that he had refused to take him when he had offered himself to him at breakfast.

His silence made the prince curious and he spared him a glance. Goku smiled at him. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and glared at him. He lowered his head again and turned back to his thoughts.

His new master was very handsome. He had watched him for a moment while he slept that morning. His features had been relaxed and less harsh. The very same lips that scowled at him now had been slightly parted. Goku had fought the urge to kiss him. He wondered what the prince would have done if he had taken advantage of him in such a way.

Maybe the master would have beaten me, he thought. A previous master had once beaten him. He had never revealed to him that his blows had not hurt him at all. The strange thing about that master was that he took pleasure out of hitting Goku. It had puzzled the slave to see him writhing in ecstasy after he struck him. The very same master despite his strange quirks never took Goku to his bed. He had tried once, but had found his release as soon as Goku had brushed his tail over his thigh.

A few months later, Goku found himself back at the slave market because his master had married and his new wife had been jealous of the attention that her husband was giving him. Goku didn't mind being kicked out. In fact, he had been glad to leave. What good was a master that couldn't take care of his needs?

The prince seems like someone who would be good at that, he mused, his tail swishing playfully back and forth.

The tailor returned with an armload of clothes and boots, banishing his lustful thoughts. He held out several for the prince's perusal and tossed aside the ones that the prince rejected.

"These will do for now," Vegeta said and ordered Goku to try them on.

Goku began to undress right in front of them. While it would not have bothered Vegeta in the least, the tailor seemed to have some reservations about the matter. He panicked and waved his hands frantically. "No, no, no! Not out here!"

Goku stood absolutely still, his hands clenching either side of his loincloth.

"There is a dressing room in the back. Come with me."

"Go on, Kakarott," the prince said when Goku didn't move. "You don't need me to hold your hand," he rubbed in when the Saiyan slave took a little too long to follow the tailor.

Vegeta took a seat on one of the plush backless couches that were strewn about the store and waited patiently. He heard muffled sounds coming from the backroom - cloth being rustled over fabric. He heard a loud thud and knew that Kakarott had tripped over his own feet. The pants that he had selected for the slave were not exactly easy to get into, especially for someone as inept as Kakarott.

After a while, there were no more noises from the backroom and the tailor appeared with the armload of clothes as well as Goku's old loincloth over his shoulder.

"They fit him perfectly sir," he announced.

"Kakarott," Vegeta beckoned him.

Goku stepped out from the back room a look of uncertainty on his face. He looked striking in his new clothes. He was wearing Vegeta's colors -a short white tunic over a royal blue, waist length shirt. Beneath it all, he wore a tight fitting black bodysuit.

The black, form-fitting pants were appropriate enough for training. His feet were covered in white boots, similar to Vegeta's, but the front end of the footwear was covered in strong black leather. More of his wardrobe would be sent to Vegeta's estate later in the day.

"I've never owned so many clothes in my entire life," Goku said in awe at his new finery. "Thanks, master."

There was that cheerful smile again. Vegeta scowled at him. "Kakarrot you are too soft."

He stepped forward and grasped a part of the thin metal collar that was around Goku's neck in his hand. He used his ki to break the band and let the broken metal fall to the floor. Goku looked at the restraint that had symbolized his slavery and touched the raw mark it had left on his skin.

"You don't need that any more," Vegeta announced.

The tailor looked stricken. "Sir, you'll spoil him if you give him too much leeway!"

"I don't need your opinion. Now where is the nearest jewelers?" he asked.

"Jewelers?"

"Yes. My slave needs accessories, expensive ones." He was doing it out of spite. Kakarott didn't need jewelry, but it would teach everyone in the city a lesson. Never tell Prince Vegeta what he can or cannot do.

The tailor almost had a conniption. "Sir!"

"I'll find it on my own," he growled out and tossed the tailor his payment.

Within moments they were entering another store, one that boasted of "fine gems" on a sign outside.

The woman behind the display case quickly greeted them both with a smile. She paid Kakarott much more attention than Vegeta. Vegeta supposed that he had perhaps gone overboard in dressing the fool. He looked like one of the rich young fops that strolled around the city wasting their fortunes on utter nonsense.

"How can I help you?"

She had addressed the question to Kakarott, but Vegeta was the one who answered her. "I want to see your selection of arm bands, preferably engraved with gemstone settings."

The pink haired woman colored lightly as she realized that Vegeta was the one who would be dishing out the money. "Yes, sir. Right away sir."

"Arm bands?" Goku asked. "What do I need those for?"

"Sometimes the rigid support helps beginners such as you while training," Vegeta explained. It will also go well with your new clothes, he silently added.

"Oh."

The woman pulled a red velvet tray out of the display case and set it on the counter top. There were several different bands of varying shapes and metals. Goku stepped closer to view them while Vegeta remained where he stood.

"I like that one," Goku said, pointing to a blood red stone imbedded in a small band of gold. It was a wrist bad.

Bardock had worn red, Vegeta recalled. It seems that his son favors the color as well.

"It's a lovely choice sir," said the woman. "You certainly have good taste."

Vegeta frowned. He had had enough of the woman's false enthusiasm. "If you are finished kissing my slave's ass, I would like to see more of your selections."

The woman stared in shock at him then looked in disbelief at Goku. "H-He's your slave?"

"Isn't that what I said? Must I repeat myself?" Vegeta asked her angrily.

"But sir, he's not dressed like a slave!"

"Yes, I know that. Thank you for pointing that out to me," he sneered.

"My apologies sir!"

"Enough. I want to see your finest gems. None of this artificial nonsense that you have fooled everyone else with."

"Y-Yes sir!" the woman said and hurried behind the thick velvet curtain just behind the counter.

"Uh," Goku looked at Vegeta prepared to say something, but he shut his mouth and stared at his feet instead.

"What is it?" Vegeta asked.

"I like this one," he said gesturing at the wristband.

"It's a fake," Vegeta told him. That stone is probably just colored glass."

Goku looked longingly at the band and walked over to gawk at some other bauble, his tail sweeping the floor.

What is the matter with him? Why can't he see that it is just a piece of worthless junk? Foolish Kakarott.

The jeweler returned with a surprisingly large selection of real gems. Green stones, purple stones, even royal blue stones -Vegeta's color of choice. He chose several and gave the woman instructions on how he wanted the gems to be set in Kakarott's arm and wristbands. He also told her how much time she would have to finish them.

"I expect them to be done when I return," he added and tossed a small bag of money on to the counter. "You'll get the rest of it if you've done a good job."

"Yes sir! Right away sir!" the woman bowed to him.

"Come Kakarott," he ordered and exited the shop.

Goku lagged behind of him. He couldn't believe what Vegeta had done. He had thought that the prince had abolished his slavery status, but that had turned out to be a lie. He had used it against him, in the jeweler's shop.

Why? He rubbed at his neck again, feeling the phantom weight of his collar. It seemed that even without it, he was still just a slave.

The unmistakable grumble of his stomach announced that it was time for lunch. Goku patted his stomach and forgot his moment of sadness for a while. He always felt better when his stomach wasn't empty.

"Uh, master?"

Vegeta halted and looked over his shoulder at him. The prince's brooding visage made Goku hesitant to ask him for anything. Fortunately, his stomach had no such reservations. It voiced its discomfort rather loudly startling other passersby.

Vegeta made a sound of disgust and headed towards one of the tall domed buildings that lined the busy city street. The smells that came from the place made Goku's steps a little livelier.

"Food!" he cried out in joy and almost beat the prince to the door.

Inside, the eatery was cool and filled with hungry customers. Several windows provided adequate air and natural light. The vast room was decorated with thick dark drapes and dark fur carpet. Seating areas were comprised of low wooden tables surrounded by dozens of large, round, silken pillows. Servants dressed in white garments hustled about carrying trays of food and drink.

It wasn't too long before Vegeta was noticed by the overly hospitable owner of the establishment. The short, brown haired man with the thin goatee bowed to the prince and said, "Your majesty! So good to see you again! Please, come this way. Your regular table awaits you."

Vegeta followed the man without a word, Kakarott trailing behind him. They were quickly seated and Vegeta ordered their meals, his voice carrying an air of importance as he explained to the owner how he wanted their meat to be cooked.

"Yes, your majesty. It will be done as you've ordered." The owner bowed again and took his leave.

Goku looked around the room. From this table one could see the entire place, including the entranceway. The place was very fancy looking.

Goku figured that if the prince was a regular customer that they would be eating there all of the time. He was very content with that. The smells that permeated the air were very delicious, and he had a feeling that the food there was great. He could barely sit still as he watched other people dig into their food.

The wait seemed like forever. He was glad when a waiter stopped by their table with a pitcher of something cold to drink and a bowl of fruit. Before the bowl even touched the table, he had already snagged one of the bumpy rind golden orbs. He opened his mouth wide and shoved the whole thing in -to Vegeta's repugnance and the waiter's surprise.

"Bring more fruit," Vegeta told the waiter and the man shook himself out of his shock and went to do the prince's bidding.

"Kakarott," Vegeta began, but was interrupted by the younger Saiyan's tail. It had managed to latch on to another round fruit and was swaying back and forth behind the male like a pendulum. Goku had one in each hand as well and his mouth was busily chomping on another. Vegeta was surprised that he had even remembered to chew the thing.

"Mmm…you should try one!" he told Vegeta. "They're good!"

Try one? Vegeta thought. You have already eaten them all!

The next basket of fruit arrived, and Vegeta snatched one before Goku could get to it, then moved his hand safely away from the fruit inhaling Saiyan.

"More fruit, sir?" the waiter asked.

"Yes, more drinks too."

"Right away sir."

Vegeta supposed that Kakarott was making up for lost time. He remembered how the slave had looked when they had taken their bath. He was unusually lean for a Saiyan. He had been starving when Vegeta had first saw him at the market place. Perhaps his body was attempting to regain its normal weight. Vegeta would see to it that his body gained some muscle.

Vegeta sweat dropped as he bit into the sweet golden fruit. Goku had almost bit his own tail in his haste to eat.

Why is the fool taking such chances with his appendage? Does he not know that it is dangerous? Just looking at the narrow miss had turned Vegeta's stomach. He curled his tail protectively around his waist and out of Kakarott's way.

A moment later, their food arrived, brought to them by several waiters. Goku nearly went into a stupor from the selections alone. His reaction made the prince laugh. "Who knew that you could be put in a trance by food, Kakarott?" he teased.

Redness covered Goku's cheeks as he realized that the prince had been laughing at him. He smiled guiltily and rubbed his head. "It's a lot of food. I've never seen so much in one place. Is it really for me?"

"For us," Vegeta said, putting emphasis on the latter word.

Goku blushed more and laughed. "Right."

Vegeta gave him a nod, indicating that he should start eating. Goku's eyes shined with happiness as he dug into the huge meal before him.

Vegeta soon noticed that a few males were watching Kakarott. The fool made it easy for them, leaning over the low table to retrieve food, presenting them with a body suit covered behind and well shaped thighs. His tail was wrapped around a mug of fresh juice, the liquid sloshing out every time he stretched.

"Mmm…this is great!" he said cheerfully and reached for the last serving of meat.

Vegeta slapped his hand away and placed the meat on his own plate. "Its mine!" he barked and drank his juice to cool his temper. It seemed that even in a public setting, Kakarott brought out the worse in him when it came to food. If things weren't bad enough, the fool was not sitting still. One minute he was on Vegeta's side, the next, he was at the opposite end, collecting whatever he could to put in his mouth.

He talked profusely about the food and the mood of the eatery. He pointed childishly at other tables and asked Vegeta with wide dark eyes if they could have whatever the other patrons were eating. Vegeta didn't see why they couldn't and ordered more food. At one point, Goku took off his newly acquired boots, getting all too comfortable with such a large meal spread out before him. He took advantage of the silken pillows, lying on his stomach and voraciously consuming a dessert.

Vegeta did his best to ignore the curious stares that came their way. He knew that Kakarott's eating seemed -unusual, but as far as he was concerned, it was none of their business.

A furry limb appeared at the edge of the table, drawing his attention. It felt around on the wooden surface for something else to snack on. It was dangerously close to Vegeta's plate. Vegeta grinned wickedly and grabbed the inquisitive thing. Goku yelped and bit his tongue. He felt pain on both ends and dropped his dessert.

"I told you that it is mine! Now sit down and eat or I'll give you to those two perverts over there!" he threatened.

"Yesh, mashter," Goku slurred, his tongue and tail throbbing in unison. He darted a look at the two "perverts" that the prince had referred to and grimaced.

One of the males was green and had tentacles for arms. The other was a bright orange blob with no visible arms, legs, eyes, or mouth. The green one winked at Goku and parted his lips to reveal sharp, yellow, pointed teeth. A wet pink appendage appeared and licked it's gaping maw. The pink limb looked as if it was the creature's tongue, but it suddenly began swelling and grew longer until it had taken on a far more repulsive appearance.

It was touching the table!

Goku's eyes widened as he realized what it was. He gasped in fear and quickly moved to his master's side.

Vegeta threw his head back and laughed. "I should have brought you here sooner!"

Goku shuddered as the thing's "tongue" disappeared back into its mouth. He was glad that the prince had bought him and not that behemoth. The alien would have ripped him in two!

He turned his gaze away when the creature smiled at him. The prince was still chuckling to Goku's despair.

"Yes Kakarott, I think I'll hand you over to them when ever you displease me," the prince continued. "In fact, I think I'll invite them over here right now…"

Goku cringed and was almost on top of the prince. His tail coiled around Vegeta's sleeker tail, which was wrapped around the prince's waist.

Vegeta's shoulders stopped shaking with mirth. He looked at Kakarott with a genuine smile and said, "You coward. A true Saiyan would have defended his honor."

"No way! Did you see that thing?"

"He should be easy enough to defeat. He only has twelve tentacles."

"You mean," Goku gulped, "you want me to fight him?"

"Why not?" Vegeta said and gave him a shove. "Go on, show me that I did not make the mistake of purchasing your carcass."

"N-N-No!" Goku stammered and tried to cling to him.

"I said go, you coward!" Vegeta yelled and kicked him over to the two huge aliens.

Goku landed face down on the table. He felt something touch his tail and then his rear. A long, green tentacle moved down his thigh and grasped his ankle. He yelped and sat up, then watched in horror as the pink "tongue" unfolded before him.

"Now is the opportunity for you to show me what you can do, Kakarott," the prince told him. "If you have any sense in that head of yours, you'll use your powers."

My powers! His mind raced. But I don't know how they work!

"I don't have all day, Kakarott!"

Goku backed up as the "tongue" neared him and he ended up falling into a cool, wet, jiggling mass.

"Yuck!"

He struggled to get off the orange blob, but it was useless. His struggles only made him sink further into the gelatinous alien. If things weren't bad enough, the green alien's tentacles had grabbed a hold of his wrists and other ankle. The remaining tentacles wrapped around his thighs and pulled at him. The orange blob's body was sucking at him, vacuuming him into its girth. He could no longer breathe. The orange goo was filling his nose and mouth.

Master! He mentally screamed. Master! But he knew that his prince would not save him. It was the end for him. He was going to die.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!!! @_______@ Only you can save Kakarott. Review, review! Or this fic will die! *You should really consider it, because Kaia seriously hates this story*