Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 4 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 4 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: Please keep in mind that this is an AU. Anything can happen in this alternate universe. Now…let the molestation of Kaky continue! *insert evil grin here* @___@

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Vegeta couldn't believe that he had thought that the fool could have won. It was clear to him now that Kakarott was truly useless. Succumbing to slavery had been an indication of his worthlessness. Why did Vegeta even think that there was a chance of re-educating the fool in the ways of their people?

He is not even willing to fight back against his attackers! The prince made a sound of disgust and raised his drink to his lips. He watched over the rim of the cup as the young Saiyan sank further into the orange mass of the alien.

The patrons of the eatery were causing a tumult of noise with their screams of horror. It was most annoying. He was relieved when they had all fled the room.

"Sir! You cannot do that here!" The owner of the eatery told the green alien. "This is not a brothel!"

The creature ignored him, stood, and leaned over Goku's body. His tentacles covered the slave's legs as he tried to pull him free of the orange blob.

"He's mine!" the creature argued in a gravelly voice, his words slightly distorted by the massive reproductive organ that hung from his mouth.

Goku felt the blob's mass shift around him as it spoke to the alien. How this was possible was beyond Goku's understanding seeing as how the creature had no mouth.

"He fell into me!"

"What are you going to do with him, slime him to death?" he wrenched Goku's legs apart. His "tongue" passed over the apex of Goku's thighs. Something wet soaked the fabric there and Goku squirmed. The alien managed to pull him free of the blob and his head lolled on the edge of the table. Globs of orange goo clung to his clothes and face. It dribbled from his nose and mouth and matted his wild spiky hair.

"Master…Vegeta…" he gasped for air.

"Sir, please! Stop this at once!" The owner began to hit the alien with a serving tray. The creature lashed out one of his tentacles at the man, sending him flying against a wall. The owner fell to the floor, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

The green alien grasped Goku's ankles and told him, "See what you've made me do?"

Goku looked at the owner's lifeless body and trembled.

No…I didn't…I didn't kill him!

"You know what the penalty for murder is on Hiute, don't you?"

The orange glob gave a wet sounding chuckle.

"The penalty is slavery, and I'm not going to be anyone's slave. Do you hear me?" His tentacles tightened, drawing a cry from Goku as the pressure bruised his flesh.

Why didn't the prince save him? Did he want the monster to take him?

His eyes began to burn. No…master…Ve…geta…VEGETAAAAAAAAAAAA! !!</ i>

Vegeta stiffened as he felt the slave's mental cry ring sharply through his mind.

The alien's "tongue" nudged at the material that covered Goku's rear, saturating the material.

Waves of heat flickered over him, startling the two creatures.

"What the fuck…"

Goku lifted his arm out, palm turned upwards at the creature. Vegeta set his cup down as the slave's hand began to emit a glow. A beam of light suddenly shot from Goku's hand and blasted the alien right in the chest. The alien cried out in pain as he hit the floor. His mouth and chest had been blown open. All that remained was a gaping, charred hole. The blob shrieked as he realized that his companion was dead and left a trail of orange slime behind him as he tried slither away to safety.

"Where do you think you're going?" came Vegeta's low, halting voice.

The blob turned, its body jiggling with fear as the male that had incited the entire debacle addressed him. "Do you think I'll let you just leave after you have had your disgusting slime all over my slave? Hmm?"

"H-He's your slave?" the creature blubbered. "H-He's going to pay for what he's done! He killed Orshet! He'll pay!"

"Your threats are meaningless," Vegeta told him. "You are in even bigger trouble for touching my slave!"

The blob laughed and said, "Who are they going to believe? A foreigner or a slave hunter of Hiute? I was Orshet's partner and Orshet has many friends in the high council! You'll pay for both murders! You and your slave!"

Vegeta smirked. "Orshet had friends in the high council. He's dead now. He won't be telling anyone anything."

"I am the one who will be doing the telling you flesh worm!"

"Really?" The blob shuddered at the deep growl that resonated in the single word. "I'd like to see a dead blob talk."

Vegeta raised a gloved fist that burned with yellow energy. The blob let out another ear-splitting shriek and resumed its attempt to flee. It struggled to get its girth towards the exit, the slimy blob bubbling and emitting a rancid, gassy scent in fear. It was too late for him. He had wasted his time trying to put the fear of the high council into the Saiyan, and now he realized that the male did not fear the council at all. What manner of creature was he that he would not fear the council?

"Monster!" the blob screamed. "You're a monster!"

"I've been called much worse," he heard him say and felt obliterating heat pierce his gelatinous body before darkness and the coldness of the nether world blotted out his existence.

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Goku looked at the smoldering green corpse, eyes wide with shock. There was silence now that the eatery was empty and the alien's howl of pains had ended. He stared at his hand. It was a little darker than it was before. He clenched it into a fist and watched as the glow returned. He had done it. He had used his powers. Except this time, the body on the floor wasn't one of his masters' rabid pets. It was…someone who was certainly more important than a mere slave was.

"It took you long enough."

The prince's voice pulled him out of his shock. Vegeta was still seated at their table. He poured himself more juice and eased back on to the large pillows behind him.

Why didn't you help me? Goku thought. He wanted to voice the question, but he was too shaken. He had killed someone. That was serious stuff.

But…the master doesn't seem worried. Does that mean that it'll be all right? He blinked and looked at the bodies that littered the floor. No. This could never be all right. Not for someone like me.

His master wouldn't have anything to worry about. He would not be at fault here. He could blame the deaths on Goku and the council would believe him. He was a slave. Slaves were expendable. Goku imagined that he would be hauled before the council.

He started the massacre. The clothes made him do it. His master's generosity was too much for him to handle and he went insane, killing these innocent beings in the process.

The penalty should fit the crime. Sentence him to death.

Maybe the master would leave him here for the city's police to deal with him. But the master had not even left their table. In fact, he didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. Instead, he pulled down one of the drapes behind him and tossed it to Goku.

"Clean yourself."

Goku caught the material and used it to wipe the slime off him. There was a white sticky substance on his thighs. His experiences with previous masters had given him enough knowledge to know what the milky matter was. The alien's member had leaked on him. He wiped the evidence away, but his face warmed with awareness that his master had seen the stain.

"Master?" Goku lowered his head as the prince looked at him. "Shouldn't you leave?"

"Why? Are you in a rush to get home Kakarott?" Vegeta asked him.

"Home?"

"We still have to pick up your things at the jeweler's," he said, "and since your garments are soiled, we might as well return to the tailor to get the others."

"But…"

"You have plenty to learn, Kakarott," Vegeta informed him. "You will start your training today."

"Yes, master."

The smell of the alien's charred flesh turned Goku's stomach. The scent didn't seem to affect the prince. He was still drinking.

"Your appetite has a weakness. I didn't think that such a thing was possible," Vegeta said.

Goku finished wiping off the slime and walked over to the prince. He sat down, pulled on his boots, and watched as his master drank his fill. Every now and then, he looked at the doorway, expecting the city police to swarm through it and arrest him. Vegeta saw his fear and decided that it was time to leave.

"Let's go, Kakarott."

The Saiyan slave scrambled all too quickly to his feet. The sooner that they were out of the eatery, the better he would feel.

Outside, the area surrounding the building was eerily quiet and empty. The surge of customers that had rushed to safety must have scared off those who had lurked there. No police, no panicking onlookers. To Goku, it was strange.

Maybe…no one reported the murders yet. He could only hope that they hadn't. He did not want to be taken away from his master. Not when he had already learned so much from him -about their people and home. Also, there was that sensation of happiness that filled him whenever the prince looked at him. He was sure that it had some deeper meaning. None of his other masters had ever produced that feeling in him. Goku believed that it was the prince's somewhat harsh aura that had brought about such a reaction. There was also the fact that the prince was very attractive. Goku had wanted to touch his tail from the moment that his eyes had seen the shiny appendage.

His eyes darted to Vegeta's waist where the reddish brown limb was wrapped. It was beautiful, compared to Goku's own unkempt, lackluster fur. In truth, he tilted his head, the prince's entire rear end was…beautiful.

Goku felt an awakening in his pants and blushed. Oh, oh. Think about something else! Think about something else! But it was hard to focus his thoughts on other things when one of the prince's better parts was right in front of him.

At least I'm not thinking about what happened at the eatery, and…having these thoughts about the master is better than thinking about that.

So he thought about the master and tried to ignore the blatant stares that he and the bulge in his pants was getting from the people that they passed. As his first master, a female merchant had told him, having an erection was quite normal.

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Vegeta and Goku first stopped by the tailor and collected his clothes. He changed into a darker colored blue sleeveless tunic. This one was slightly longer than the first one. It covered Goku's crotch to his relief. The tunic had slits on the sides that were held close by small black buttons, three in a row on each side. Another black body suit graced Goku's slender form.

The tailor seemed glad to know that he did not have to deliver the slave's clothing to the prince's estate after all. The two Saiyans proceeded on to the jeweler.

The woman watched nervously as the slave tried on the items that she had diligently worked on in such a short time. She had heard what had transpired at the eatery several blocks away from one of her cousins. The description of the bossy male and his slave had almost made her faint from fear. To think that the very same murderers were now in her shop nearly undid her nerves.

"I suppose that this is the best that you could do on short notice," the short male with the dark flame of hair grumbled.

His not so subtle insult angered her, but she kept her "cheerful" smile in place. If the man and his slave had indeed murdered those civilians, then the little cocky bastard would be heading for the same fate as his slave very soon. Then she would have the pleasure of insulting him for a change. She was still miffed that he had pointed out that the first set of jewelry that she had shown the slave had been replicas. She would have made a pretty bundle of money had the little bastard kept his mouth shut and just bought his slave the fakes. What kind of master was he any way, buying real gems for his slave? It was unheard of!

What a waste of money!

But the slave did look good wearing the thin silver headband with the large blue jewel imbedded in the center of it. Silver armbands sporting large round blue gems graced Goku's wrists. It was a fitting touch, but it would have made more sense had the person that wore the pieces been anything but a slave. It just didn't make sense. Adorning a slave with jewels was almost as ridiculous as adorning a tree with clothes.

No one would clothe a tree, the jeweler reasoned, so why would he clothe his slave?

"We are going home," the prince announced, snapping her out of her thoughts. He gave her a glare and she widened her practiced smile a little more, hoping that he would not see the utter loathing behind the false expression.

The moment that the bastard and his gem covered slave left her store, she prepared to close up her shop and file a civilian complaint against a not so law-abiding foreigner.

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There was more to this but, as usual, I chopped it up and made it shorter just to save my sanity. Now. If anyone wants to know what will happen next, inspire me to complete the next chapter. Review, review or this fic will go nowhere, and by that I mean that it will not be continued. I rushed this one out only because of the reviews I got for the last one…and I was sort of wooed to do it, but that's neither here nor there. So review, okay?