Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 5 )
The Master Becomes the Slave 5 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: This is an AU, an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE fic. I have to keep saying it because certain people tend to disregard it and then bug me about it later. AU people, an AU. Darn AU virgins… O___o Also, this chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviewed. Thank you. ^___^
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Vegeta was impressed with Kakarrot's skills. He was strong for a low level Saiyan, remarkably strong, but despite his powers, he refused to use his full potential. His passive behavior frustrated the prince.
"Why are you pretending to be meek? You are a Saiyan! Fight me, damn you!"
"I am," he said.
"Liar!"Vegeta growled in anger and struck him across the face.
Goku moved back from the blow.
"You insult me with your deception, Kakarrot! If you do not use your true capabilities on me, I will forbid you to have your dinner this evening!" Vegeta threatened.
Goku gasped. "No, master! You wouldn't!"
He acts as if that will bring him death. Vegeta smirked. He had finally gotten through to the thickheaded Saiyan.
"My prince," Goku pouted, "you don't play fair."
"That is because our training is important. I want to know your full potential."
"Why?" he asked.
"Like our ancestry, it is important to know these things. With the knowledge, we can improve our strengths and overcome our weaknesses."
"But eating improves my strength."
Vegeta sweat dropped. "Stop thinking about food for a moment."
"Okay," he said in a whiny voice, "but it'll be hard." His stomach growled ominously.
Vegeta muttered a curse that turned the younger Saiyan's face red. "Kakarrot…"
Goku raised a curious brow and his stomach made more protests.
"Never mind." Vegeta decided that arguing with Kakarott while he was distracted by his hunger was not worth the aggravation. There was also the matter of his promise to him, the promise that he would never starve him. It bothered Vegeta that Kakarott thought that he would go back on his word. Yes, he threatened him with starvation, but he did not intend to withhold food from him. He was not a monster.
"We will take a break," he announced and exited the gardens. Goku was close at his heels, blissfully happy that the prince was going to cook for him. It was rewarding to have a master that could cook so well.
When Vegeta laid the food before him, he nearly swooned with emotion. He thanked Vegeta with tears in his eyes and crammed the food into his mouth.
If only he would show as much enthusiasm for his training, Vegeta thought.
Goku only halted his vacuum like devouring to study Vegeta's untouched plate.
"You're not eating?" he asked. "Are you sick, my prince?"
"Watching you eat is making me sick."
Goku reddened in embarrassment. His eating habits hadn't affected the prince when they had eaten in the city. Why did it trouble him now?
Oh, I know! Training must make me eat faster than normal. I am really hungry.
He noticed that flecks of meat had littered the table.
Oh! I'm eating like a wild animal!
He scratched the back of his head and grinned in apology. "Sorry."
"Hmm."Vegeta picked up his eating utensil and ate civilly.
Goku studied the prince's technique and attempted to do the same. Using Vegeta's method did not get an adequate amount of food into his mouth as Goku's technique did. It was far too slow for his taste.
"This is hard," he said and frowned. "It'll take forever."
"Stop whining," Vegeta snapped.
Goku hunched his shoulders and continued eating, shoveling the food into his mouth faster with every passing second.
"Pace yourself, you fool!" Vegeta shouted, and then gave up when Goku shoved a whole portion of roasted meat into his mouth.
"Idiot."
"Sorry," he swallowed the half chewed portion, "but it's really good and I'm really-" "Yes, yes. You are hungry." Vegeta narrowed his gaze at him and said, "You will have to control your weaknesses, Kakarott. Right now, your major weakness is your belly."
Goku paled. His eyes widened in fear and he mumbled, "But you said that you wouldn't starve me."
"No, I will not. The fact remains that your obsession with food can become a problem for you. I want you to learn how to fight your body's cravings."
"Am I being punished?" he whined.
"NO, damn it!" Vegeta banged his fist on the table, causing his plate to rattle. "Just do as I say! I command it!"
Goku ducked his head and said, "Yes, master."
Vegeta crossed his arms and stared at his sulky slave. "Another thing, Kakarott."
"Yes?"
"Stop calling me master. I am your prince. You will call me by my royal title. Anything else from you would be unacceptable. Is that understood?"
"Yes, master. I mean, my prince."
Old habits died hard. Goku was lucky that the prince didn't pound it out of him. His face immediately filled with color at the thought of the prince giving him a pounding of a different sort. He smiled comically at the image that roused, his tail waving giddily behind him. It was too strange for him, having such thoughts about his master.
The prince doesn't think of me in that way. Goku tilted his head as he observed the prince. Vegeta looked at him over the rim of his cup. The barest movement of a muscle in his jaw caught the younger Saiyan's attention. A shiver ran through Goku's tail and quickly worked its way up his spine. A rush of warmth permeated him and it was then that he knew. The prince was holding back his desire for him.
He began to wonder about Vegeta's weakness. Was it his desire, and if it was, why was he trying so hard to hide it?
Goku opened his mouth to give voice to his questions when the prince rose from his seat and said, "The servants will be here tomorrow to clean the house. Keep out of their way and don't be a nuisance."
"Yes master."
Vegeta stared at him.
"I mean…my prince." It was when he was finally alone that he really thought about what the prince had said. Vegeta had said to keep out of their way. He had not said that he couldn't talk to them. He smiled at his own cleverness and polished off the rest of his meal.
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Accustomed to waking up early out of habit, Goku jumped out of bed and headed for his master's room. Master Vegeta was still asleep. He was lying on his back and the bed sheets were pulled up to his waist.
Goku knelt down at the foot of his bed and looked at him. He leaned on the bed, rested his head on his folded arms and just smiled as he wondered what kind of dreams a Saiyan prince would have.
I would dream of food, Goku thought cheerfully. Mmm…desserts like the ones the prince bought for me in the city!
He really had enjoyed the meal, despite what had happened to him. He saw now that Vegeta had been testing him. The prince would have never let the bad alien hurt him, at least not intentionally.
Hmm…
Goku tilted his head as he studied his master. Something else had caught his attention. There, beneath the sheets was a tell tale disturbance. Aaah…he knew now what the prince was dreaming about. He'd had similar dreams himself. Lately, they had been all about Vegeta. Vegeta was the best-looking master that Goku had ever had and his mind took advantage of that fact each night.
He leaned back on his heels, his eyes still centered on the prince's awakened member.
Should I… he wondered. The master had been clear that he had not wanted him, but if that was so, why was he being so good to Goku?
Goku had seen a few of his masters buy things for their wives. A new garment or jewelry quickly changed their dispositions. It made them more affectionate to their husbands too.
Is that what you want master?
"Master…" he muttered softly and felt his blood warm. He had forgotten that Vegeta had forbidden him to call him that. It was a good thing that he was still asleep or he would be in a lot of trouble. "My prince…"
He let his fingers run idly along the edge of the sheets then lifted them over his head and slowly climbed on to the bed. The heady scent of his master quickly surrounded him and almost toppled him. It was warm and fragrantly comforting. Goku was charged with an instant impulse to purr, but he restrained himself. He did not want to waken Vegeta. Not yet. His tail had no reservations about curling and lashing against the sheets. Its frenzied behavior was a result of Vegeta's scent and Goku had absolutely no way of controlling it.
Despite the actions of his tail, he moved very carefully, crawling forward on his hands and knees on either side of Vegeta's naked body. When he reached his target, he hovered over the warmth that was his master and studied his sizeable flesh.
The master is…large, he mused. Of course, he had known this, having seen the master in his bath, but somehow, up close, the member was even more amazing.
He ran his fingers down the long shaft and watched in surprise as it grew larger. Goku let out a small breath, stirring the dark hair that surrounded the rigid appendage. More of the prince's scent swirled around him. He thought that he would collapse from the heady aroma. None of his other masters had smelled this good. Oh, they had tried to hide their natural scents with perfumed oils and fruit based creams, but their underlying odors had always managed to sicken Goku.
Not you master.
The longer he gazed down at him, the more awe he felt. This was his master. This was his prince -his beautiful master. He licked his lips, his chest rising with emotion. Vegeta…
He lowered his head and took the prince's length into his mouth. It was hot and thick and with a languorous purr, he welcomed more of it into his throat.
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He had been having the most shocking dream. It involved a very innocent eyed and naked Kakarott bending over a table awaiting his command. The table had been laden with food, but Kakarott had not shown the least bit of interest in the bountiful meal. His limbs had trembled with pent up desire as Vegeta had reached over him to dip two fingers into a container of softened Hiute butter. Hiute butter was a very expensive fruit condiment that graced the tables of only the wealthy. It had been no surprise to him that he had used the condiment. Vegeta had a fondness for the rich, pink treat.
Kakarott had arched his back and released a brief sigh as Vegeta had slid his lubricated digits into the slave's body. Kakarott's tail shuddered, stiffened, and then coiled lazily around Vegeta's wrist.
The sexual scent that wafted from the younger Saiyan intoxicated the prince. He leaned over his young slave and caught his earlobe between his teeth. Kakarott had thrown his hips back to receive more of Vegeta's probes. Vegeta silently wondered how the movement of his fingers felt to Kakarott. Was he truly enjoying it?
Abruptly, before the prince could have another thought, he found himself leaning against the table, arching lustfully as he was filled with Kakarott's fingers.
How…how did this happen?
"Kakarott…" He would demand that the fool stop at once! Vegeta was no one's play thing, not after…
Butthe words to halt Kakarott's ministrations would not fall from his lips. He could feel the lubrication rolling down his inner thighs as the heat of his body melted it into a translucent, slippery film.
Kakarott's fingers stroked him with keen knowledge. Vegeta clenched his teeth and fought against the urge to cry out as his body became wrought with tension.
"No, you fool!" he protested, but arched his back wantonly as his nerves sparked with excitement.
He had never…thought that it would be so good. It had always been savage, wild, and uncomfortable for him, but not now. No, it was…unbelievable.
He heard a faint moan and realized that it had come from his lips. It gave him a moment of clarity and he soon wakened.
Wet, silken warmth was devouring him, stroking him to madness. He tried to move his hips but couldn't. The weight that held them down was unmovable. There was a big hump beneath his sheets and a furry brown tail swung mischievously back and forth behind said hump. A smaller, rounder hump bobbed up and down, pulling and distorting the sheets as it moved. At the same time, the prince felt how the warmth and wetness that surrounded him increased with each movement.
Vegeta grasped the fabrics and pulled on them until his sensual assailant had been revealed. He fisted his hands in Kakarott's hair and closed his eyes as the slave continued to service him. Kakarott moved back and forth over his leg, rubbing his own erection against Vegeta's fevered skin.
This…is quite a surprise, Vegeta thought.
It was hard to keep back all of the little grunts and sighs of pleasure that threatened to spill from him. He clenched his teeth, the veins in his forehead and neck standing out from his efforts. His slave was not affected at all by this. No. Kakarott suckled on him until he gave up his seed, and to Vegeta's astonishment, the young male eagerly swallowed it, consumed it as if it gave him great pleasure to do so. Indeed, it must have because the prince felt as the slave's precum dripped on to his leg.
It drove him to cold reality.
"Stop it Kakarott!" he commanded and shoved the slave away from him. Goku tumbled back on to his rear and blinked dazedly at him.
Vegeta got out of bed and wrapped a sheet around his waist, then cast Goku a brooding look. The slave's face was flushed. His breathing ragged. A glance at his lap proved that Kakarott had not found his own release. The underside of his thick red cock glistened from the trail of his sticky precum. The prince looked away from the virulent erection, his features hardening with anger.
"This will not happen again," Vegeta informed him and left the room.
Goku remained on the bed, confused by his master's actions. He had thought that the prince had enjoyed what he'd done to him.
I did. Maybe the prince doesn't like being pleasured that way, he thought. What does he like?
He rubbed his temple with the tip of his tail deep in thought, and then preened the furry brown limb. It had been ruffled beneath the sheets. It was too bad that his member had not gotten the same treatment. He had been so close to erupting with the prince. Now he would never have the chance to do it again with him. It seemed so unfair.
Goku could still taste him in his mouth. The master had been delicious. He could tell that the prince had not erupted in a long time. There had been so much of his nectar in his mouth. It made no sense to him why the master would deny himself of pleasure for so long and choose to continue to do so.
He sighed disparagingly and went to the baths, worried that his master was still upset with him.
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I'lltry and get the next chapter out soon…maybe. I'm not promising anything. There are RL complications. @______@