Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ❯ The Master Becomes the Slave ( Chapter 9 )

The Master Becomes the Slave 9 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. It is set in an Alternate Universe and strays greatly from the original works of Toriyama. You have been warned. Author's Note: To those of you who wouldn’t give up until I made another chapter.       *****   He had taken his anger out on him just a little too much. The training session had nothing to do with improving Kakarott's strengths, but everything to do with appeasing his emotions. Poor Kakarott didn't stand a chance. He lay sprawled in the dirt, panting hard. His jaw was bruised, his tunic singed and tattered. The distinct odor of burnt hair reached Vegeta's nostrils.   "Get up," he ordered.   Goku wearily pushed himself up to his feet. The remnants of his tunic fell from his body.   "Don't ever cross me, Kakarott," he warned and turned on his heel, leaving the young Saiyan confused.   "What did I do?" he rubbed his aching jaw and followed the prince home, protesting his movements.   *****   The package had arrived in good condition, and he rewarded the mercenary with a few coins followed by a dark warning of death should he let word of their meeting be known to others.   "I have eyes everywhere. Do you understand?"   The mercenary trembled with fear, but nodded. He collected his payment and fled into the crowded city streets.   A green braid flicked over a broad shoulder. Long, slender fingers reached into the metallic casing of the box and pulled out a glowing glass vial.   "You'll learn your place, brat."   Zarbon the Enforcer was ready to enforce the law of the council, his way, and with a little help taken from a former ally.   He returned the vial to its box, a smile of contentment etched on his face.   "Now to the Huite's Hall of Records for some light reading."   *****   Goku stiffly pulled a fresh tunic over his head and smoothed the white fabric in place. The cool fabric felt good against his bruised flesh. He couldn't exactly bend over to pull on his pants. The ugly purple bruise at the small of his back attested to that.   He shifted to reach for the loose blue garment and cried out in pain. He hobbled over to the bed and fell face first onto it.   "Ow."   Every part of his body ached. Well, not every part of his body. The one part that usually ached was limp and even thoughts of a certain prince couldn't make it stir to life.   Hmm. I wonder if I could...   Using his memories of the dream he'd had recently, he tried to rouse his little Goku. He smiled mischievously and told it, "Come on, wake up now."   He ground his groin into the sheets imagining that he was thrusting against the prince’s rock hard abdomen or thighs. His cock fully hardened and the pain in his back became a distant concern. It still ached, but his arousal overrode the pain.   He thought of the prince’s hands and imagined them running over his arms and shoulders, bruising his skin and coaxing him on. In his dreams he had claimed his master, thrusting into him without any fear of being punished for taking what he was unwilling to give. Goku had thought that his dream world Vegeta had protested too much. The prince should have welcomed him, not push him away, but in the end he had gotten his way.   This is...a dream…   He remembered the prince’s words to him and pressed his cock more aggressively against the bed. Kakarott…Kakarott, wait…Stop… He hadn’t stopped, because it had been so good and so real and Goku had wanted it to last forever. Kaka...rott…more… Vegeta had wanted it to last forever too. Yes, Kakarott...more...more... “Anything for you master, anything.”  Goku was just about to reach that delicious peak when he was pulled from it by the agitated voice of the prince.   "Kakarott!"   He went absolutely still.   "You're not going to blend in with the bed if that's what you're thinking."   Okay. I’ve been caught. Maybe this can turn into something worth while, he thought. Maybe I can convince Vegeta to join me.   Enthused by the possibility of having his dreams come true, he smirked and gave the mattress one last thrust before he gingerly turned over on his back. He wanted his master to get a good look at his arousal. He was proud of it and figured that Vegeta should be proud of it too. He was the one who had caused it in the first place. Goku would just have to let him deal with it.   “It’s pretty hard to do that when I have this thing…” The dopey grin on his face fell when he noticed that the prince was not alone. Several female servants along with one male were standing just outside Goku's room staring at him in shock.   "Oh my," the eldest female said, her eyes wide, her wrinkled face flushed with heat.   "Next time, remember to lock your door," Vegeta warned him. He was irritated that the servants had seen Kakarott in such a state. Baerick, the male servant was practically drooling over him. Vegeta gave a low growl and snarled out, "Get to work!"   The little lecher scrambled away, thoughts of the naked slave still in his head.   "Cover yourself, Kakarott!"   Goku hastily grabbed a sheet and pulled it over himself. Vegeta walked around the room noting how the younger male had managed to make a mess by just leaving his soiled clothes wherever he undressed. The room smelled of stale sweat and sex.   Vegeta's tail unfurled and swung lazily behind him. His nostrils had flared as the strong, musky scents hit him full force.   "This room is to be cleaned," he announced. "I want the bed stripped and made. I want these clothes," he kicked at a tunic, "washed."   He went to the drapes and sniffed them. They smelled of Kakarott. He pulled them down. "Wash these."   "Yes, your majesty."   Goku watched all of this with interest. One of the younger servants smiled at him and he smiled back and greeted her, "Hi."   She was pretty. Her features reminded him of his first master, mistress Ladla. She was of the same species –pink and petite, almost feline in nature. Her ears were flattened against her blonde hair, a sign that Vegeta had completely unnerved her. She was dressed in worn but serviceable clothing, a short brown dress with pants covering her slender legs. Her feet were wrapped in strips of cloth allowing her claws freedom as she walked. All in all she looked like a young woman with minor feline attributes.   Goku wondered if she shared the same customs as mistress Ladla. He scrambled off the bed, clutching the sheet to his waning erection and rubbed his nose against her throat and then her cheek and nose. His tail caressed her lower back and the surprised woman returned the gestures.   “I’m Goku. What’s your name?”   “Sera.”   “Are you a slave too?” Goku asked her, wondering if he would see more of her in the future. It would be nice to have someone else to talk to for a change. Vegeta didn’t talk that much and whenever he did, it was to yell at him or give him orders.   “N-No. I was hired to help clean.” Her brown eyes darted over Goku’s neck. “You are a slave?”   Goku touched his throat where the oppressive collar used to be and told her, “Yes, well, I was, but my master took off my collar.”   Sera’s eyes widened at that information.   “If you two ladies are finished getting familiar with each other there is work to be done,” Vegeta interrupted. “You, come with me. I have several rooms that need to be cleaned,” he instructed of Sera. “And you,” he said with almost a growl directing his attention at Goku, “get dressed. I’ll deal with you later.”   *****