Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 6 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 6 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: My apologies for taking so long to post the next chapter.

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The prince was washing his arms and shoulders with a soapy washcloth. Goku quickly entered the water and reached for another cleaning cloth to aid the prince in his grooming. He scrubbed Vegeta's strong back and caused the prince to stiffen as he reached his hand over Vegeta's hip and washed his groin.

Vegeta turned bright red in the face. "Kakarott-"

"Please, let me my prince. I won't do anything else with it I promise."

Vegeta's face reddened more. "You will do nothing with it, you fool!" he said angrily and shoved Goku's hand away.

Goku pouted. Yes, the prince was still upset. "I was only trying to help."

"You can help me by keeping out of my way!"

Goku retreated to the other side of the bathing pool and watched the furious prince. His erection had not yet left him. The beauty of his master's muscular body kept it hard and restless. The way that the water coursed off his flesh and soaked his tail made his member twitch. Goku sat in the pool, not wanting to embarrass himself any further with his condition. The prince had already made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with it.

It was a blow to Goku's ego. His masters had always sought him out. What had changed in him that made this master not want to take advantage of his presence?

"You are to train heavily today. Maybe that will keep your mind focused on something other than my crotch," Vegeta snapped.

Well when he said it like that, it sounded as if what he had done was wrong. Goku felt small and stupid for the first time in his life. Vegeta's sudden contempt for him made him want to beg for forgiveness. It wouldn't work, he was sure of it. Vegeta didn't seem like the forgiving type.

He vowed to himself that he would make it up to the prince by training harder. He would give his all and make him see that he wasn't really a fool and that he...that he wasn't only thinking of his master's beautiful physique.

He looked away from the rippling muscles in Vegeta's back and tended to his own body. The prince left the bath before him, and Goku lingered on, not because he was afraid of following his master and being seized by another wave of lust, but because he knew that Vegeta would not reprimand him for dawdling in the pool.

When he finally left the bath, his erection had fled and his feelings were a bit more jovial. He dressed in another fresh black bodysuit remembering that he would be training all day and pulled a thigh length red tunic over it, tying a black sash around his waist. His white boots covered his calves, black strips of leather cross-banded over the material. He decided not to wear jewelry and left the other handcrafted pieces untouched within their wooden containers.

Along with the silver bands with blue stones, Vegeta had purchased several other kinds of jewelry. Some were simple in design but they all were hefty in weight, perhaps even more expensive than what the prince had paid to acquire him. Goku truly believed that he did not deserve to wear them, especially after what had happened. He pulled on gloves that matched his boots, took a deep breath and left his room to face the master again.

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At breakfast, Goku slathered on a great amount of Hiute butter on his bread and devoured the thing as if it was the last piece of food on the planet. Vegeta sweat dropped and a sound of discomfort escaped him.

"Must you eat like that?"
"Hmm? Sorry."

The young Saiyan had brought back memories of his dream with that voracious appetite of his. It bothered him greatly that just looking at that talented mouth made sensations stir in him when he did not want them to. He had not bought Kakarott to make use of his flesh. He had bought Kakarott to relinquish him from his bonds, but even that had not turned out the way he'd expected. He was mad that he had had to free Kakarott in the first place. He was angry that Kakarott was so weak and he was outraged that Kakarott believed that he was nothing more than something to warm Vegeta's bed. The Saiyan's life as a slave had reduced him to nothing more than a concubine, the sad fool.

Vegeta was not blind. Kakarott was, as far as Saiyans went, not bad to look at, but Vegeta wasn't exactly looking. He never had been. He had far more important things to think about than getting his rocks off on someone. Years of discipline and freedom from Frieza's hold on him had seen him through many a night. Lack of company had kept him focused on his training. That and the regular trips he made to an exclusive local brothel.

Kakarott's appearance in his life was starting to affect him. The prince had never dreamt of any of the women he frequently visited. Why had he dreamt of foolish Kakarott? In his waking hours, he had never considered bedding the male. At least not until… no, not even now. It was ridiculous to think that.

Kakarott was unusually quiet. He ate with his normal robust, but there was no smile plastered on his face. Hiute butter coated the end of his tail. He had been using the appendage as an extra utensil to spread the condiment on to everything. It was disgusting. There was a strand of fur in the container of butter. Vegeta made a mental note to tell the servants to have some more made for his pantry. As much as he liked Hiute butter, he did not want a mouth full of Kakarott's fur, in his dreams or otherwise.

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Word had already traveled around the city about the prince and his recent scandalous actions. People were aghast that Vegeta had spent a fortune on clothing and jewelry for a slave. Why would he go to such an expense when a loincloth and metal collar was the typical everyday wear for slaves?

He had moved his slave's collar as well -sacrilege! The Record Keepers of the planet should be notified, the city's socialites argued.

The Record Keepers were elders of the city who made most of the rules on planet Hiute. They had created the rules about slave ownership as well as how a slave was to be kept. The rules were there for a purpose. They provided the civilians of Hiute with stability. Without it, why, there would be utter chaos! How dare the foreign prince break the rules?

The tailor and the jeweler, the very same people that had gossiped about the prince's purchases were called before the Record Keepers. They were severely questioned, their answers catalogued. They were then sent on their way with the Keepers' approvals for being loyal citizens of Hiute.

"What is to be done about the prince and his slave?" The Keepers pondered.

"Let me take care of this, elders," said the smooth, cultured voice of one of the council's top members. His status among them was given out of respect for the lord he served. He was a silent partner in Hiute's economic success and a true believer of the benefits of owning a slave. Indeed, the Record Keepers held him in high regards. He kept the high lord well informed of their loyalty to all mighty King Cold and prince Frieza, keeping them in the good graces of the ice-jins.

"Very well," the members agreed as a collective and murmurs were heard amid the witnesses in the hall.

The tall, green haired alien smiled and flicked a long neat braid over his shoulder. Yes, he would take care of the problem post haste. He had been waiting for an opportunity to deal with the arrogant prince for many years. Finally, the noble little bastard would pay for usurping his former position in lord Frieza's army.

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The blast exploded over Goku's crossed arms. Vegeta winced internally. He knew the force of his blow. He had given the blast all that he had -and then some more. He had done it to trigger off Goku's own awesome power, but the fool had done nothing. He had not even tried to get out of the way.

"Kakarrot!"

The slave fell from the sky and plummeted into the rocks below.

Vegeta flew down after him.

"Kakarrot!"

A large onyx veined boulder rolled off the rocky mound. Goku's arm shot out, and then his head. He was covered in dust.

Vegeta frowned and crossed his arms. "You're alive, how unfortunate."

Goku let out a broken laugh. "You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" Vegeta turned his back on him.

"I could use a little help," Goku told him.

"You can dig yourself out. Consider it as your punishment for what happened this morning."

Goku ducked his head. The prince was never going to let it go. It wasn't his fault that Vegeta was so tasty looking. Goku couldn't help but think that the Hiute butter he had consumed at breakfast had just the tiniest similarities to the prince's flavor. He groaned as he felt his body respond to the memory. Hiute butter had melted on his fingers, lips, and tail. He had licked those parts of him and had never once realized how erotic the acts had been until now when he had the time to reflect.

"Will you be staying there all day?" Vegeta asked as he stood beneath the shade of a ledge.

"Uh, no.I'm co- I mean, I'll be out of here in a second."

Great, not now you idiot!He scolded himself. Don't do this to me! Haven't I been nice to you before? His begging was futile. His member had a mind of its own. Being imprisoned beneath a ton of rock did nothing to discourage it from getting hard. Vegeta had been wrong. Training didn't dampen his desire. It made it worse.

He let his head fall back and it thumped against the rock under him. The cloudless sky stared down at him.

Think of something else, something horrible, he told himself.

An image of the slave merchant filled his mind. "No food until you act like a model slave, damn it! I'm loosing my reputation because of you!"

Vegeta's angry face took his place, "You worthless fool! You don't deserve to eat!"

Why the prince would say what the slave merchant alone had said to him did not register in his brain. It brought him to tears. Food was a serious issue to him. It wasn't something to joke about. The imagery made him very depressed. His erection waned and he was able to shove aside the rocks without embarrassing himself. His tears dried by the time he was free and Vegeta approached him showing no signs that he had seen his tears or heard his sobs. Goku was glad for it. It was bad enough that the prince thought that he was weak. He had never cried before like that. Well, over food, yes, but this was different. It involved the prince and he wanted to prove himself to him.

"Are you ready, Kakarott?"

Goku nodded and said, "I'm ready, my prince. I won't hold anything back this time."

"Don't tell me Kakarott, show me," Vegeta said. He extended an arm, palm out and suddenly Kakarott found himself enveloped in a rush of intense energy that threatened to burn him into cinder.

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"Ow!"

"Stop being a baby!"

"BUT IT HURTS!"

"I haven't even touched you yet!"
Goku squeezed his eyes shut and flailed his injured arm. Vegeta stood beside him; patiently waiting for the chance to apply some salve to the Saiyan's wound.

Vegeta's blast had left a six-inch semi charred gash in Goku's forearm. The idiot was bleeding all over the place. Finally, Vegeta grabbed his wrist and slapped the salve on to the wound.

"OUCH!" Goku screamed and comically jogged in place. Tears sprung to his eyes. "OW! IT BURNS!"

Vegeta smirked. "Good."

Goku sulked. The master could be nice one minute and mean the next. Well, nice as in tolerable of him.

Goku had put up a fight against his master's assault and managed to exhibit a few strong power moves. It hadn't been much to brag about, but Goku wasn't much of a bragger. He was happy that he had done something.

Vegeta had declared to him, "That will do for now, but I will no longer be going easy on you, Kakarott."

"Easy?" If that had been easy he was afraid to find out what the prince thought was hard. He sighed and made his way the bath. He noted the clean towels and new bath soaps that were on hand on a marble bench. It was unfortunate that he had not had time to meet any of the servants. He would have liked to talk to them, even though Vegeta had warned him against it.

Goku removed his ruined red tunic, training suit, and gloves. He toed off his boots and stepped into the bath. He sighed as the warm water enveloped him, winced as the hardened salve on his wound reacted to the heat of the water. It was strange how the salve turned cold as if someone was pressing snow into his wound. Did the prince know that that would happen? Weird, he'd never had the pleasure of using something like that. He was a very sturdy person -not prone to injuries unless one counted the problem he'd had with one of his former masters' pets. Falliel dung the salve wasn't. It had a pleasant smell, like candy. It made Goku's stomach grumble in hunger.

He heard the muted footsteps of the prince and bit back a small sound of delight as Vegeta disrobed. He was drawn to the master despite everything that had happened between them and was content that the prince allowed him to wash his back again.

"You don't have that silly smile on your face do you?" Vegeta asked him, his voice gruff, the tone covered with arrogance.

"No, my prince!" Goku assured him, trying and failing miserably to make the muscles in his face behave for the prince's sake.

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