Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 6 ( Chapter 6 )

The Saiyan Companion 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.

Warnings: This story contains Yaoi. It is rated NC-17. That means no under aged readers!

Author's Note: I broke this chapter in two. If I hadn't, I would have taken forever to post it. Enjoy. ^__^

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He was taking a bath, lingering in it really. He wasn't tired, just restless. His erection bobbed against him beneath the warm water. He slipped his fingers down, touched the soft pink crown and then moved his hand over the velvet shaft. It was the second time that he had touched himself since Vegeta had started to ignore him.

It feels so good to be touched there…but it's not the same, he thought, not without Vegeta.

He rested his head back against the rim of the pool and gently moved his hand, up and down, gently tightening his grip on his organ. His other hand slipped further down between his legs. It caressed the soft weighty flesh beneath his member and then followed the thin but sensitive path that led to what Vegeta had claimed as his their first time together. He hesitated. He had never dreamed of doing what Vegeta had done to him there.

Will it be the same? He wondered and bravely pressed on, pushing against the tiny opening with a fingertip. The orifice parted and he slipped his finger inside. He gasped as it was surrounded by heat -intense heat. He squeezed his cock, just a little too hard and moaned.

This is what Vegeta feels when he's inside of me…

He thrust his hips forward, stroking his member in his grasp while exploring that part of him that Vegeta had once seemed to adore. He pretended that it was Vegeta touching him there, getting him ready for his length. He closed his eyes and tugged roughly on his hard member, thrust deeply with his finger.

Vegeta…yes…

The water swirled around his body as he steadily increased his movements. Heat suffused his face, neck, and chest. What he was doing was unthinkable but it felt so good. He didn't want it to stop, not when he had gone without pleasure for so long. His tail lashed against the edge of the pool and the brief pain it caused him intensified his enjoyment.

Not enough…its not…enough!

He instinctively added a second finger to his stretched body and slowed down a bit to accommodate the sudden change. He whipped his tail over his hip, and coiled it around his cock, freeing his hand. He rubbed his palm over a nipple the same way that Vegeta had done to him so many times, making the tiny bud taut.

My prince…

His body trembled. For him, it was Vegeta who was using his tail on him. The image became so real that Kakarott's neglected body greedily gave in to gratification.

Ve…ge…ta!

He clenched his teeth and grunted as he came. His blood hummed in his ears, deafening him. His tail loosened around his member and he slipped a little deeper into the water.

Although he had found his release, the tension was still there. He felt empty, and alone.

Is that why I'm not supposed to touch myself, because it leaves me empty? He turned and rested his head on his folded arms. Vegeta…a whimper escaped his throat. Make this emptiness go away. A lump of emotion filled his throat. He was suffocating with what he felt for the Saiyan prince. Ka considered Vegeta as his. No one else could make him feel the way that he did. He didn't want anyone else to make him feel the way that Vegeta did.

Please want me again, Vegeta. He silently pleaded. Please.

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Ka was naked and sitting in bed, waiting for him. A look of hope was on his face, hope and hunger. Vegeta liked that look. It stirred his loins. It meant that the punishment was working and he was quite proud about that.

Perhaps he had stared a little too long at his companion, because the younger Saiyan smiled at him. Vegeta frowned, crossed his arms and turned away from him.

No pleasures of any kind for you, Kakarott, not today.

He went to the bath, trusting that Kakarott would not be awake when he returned. He intended to take a long soak. He smelled a bit gamy. Training curtailed his desire and he had trained hard that day, staying in the training room longer than usual. Kakarott did not have that advantage. He had to wallow in his desires as Vegeta willed him to, because no companion of his was ever going to train, much less fight.

Kakarott's tunic had been left near the pool of warm water. Vegeta picked it up between two fingers and brought it up to his nose. He sniffed the thin material and gritted his teeth as Kakarott's smell filled his lungs. There was a distinct scent of plant and the faintest odor of smoke in it as well…

It must be from the kitchens, he mused. I did order him to go there.

He gathered the fabric in both of his hands and took it into the water with him. He used it to wash his skin, then tossed it aside and immersed himself in the water.

His mind recalled a moment that the two of them had shared the first time that they had joined. He had just taken Ka. Ka had found his release much too soon for his liking so he had carried him to the bath and made him relax in the water for a moment. Vegeta had made him hard again with his mouth and hands and had taken him against the edge of the pool, repeatedly, until Kakarott had learned how to keep his orgasm at bay. It had been a pleasant challenge for Vegeta, teaching his concubine the art of Saiyan love.

Now his young lover was dying for attention and he unfortunately could not give him what he needed, not now. He had to learn a lesson.

"Obey me," he had told him. "Obey me and we shall get along just fine." Kakarott had not.

He rose from the water, shook his tail and grabbed a towel on his way out of the bath. He dried his skin and hair and set the wet towel on the ground for the servants to pick up in the morning.

He could feel Kakarott staring at him when he entered his main chambers. So, you are not tired Kakarott? He fought a grin. I wonder why?

The change in his sleeping habits intrigued him. Before the punishment, Kakarott slept well. Vegeta would often have to wake him to perform his princely duties. Now there was no need to, because Ka was wide-awake…and so was another part of him.

Vegeta ignored the carnal thoughts that threatened to haunt him and climbed into bed. He pulled the sheets over him, wrapped his tail around his waist and turned on his side. He steeled himself for Kakarott's touch. The concubine still made use of his pillow and body heat.

As he predicted, Ka rubbed himself against him. His spiky bangs caressing the back of his neck.

"Vegeta?"

The longing in his voice nearly undid him, but Vegeta resisted it and remained unmoved.

"Vegeta?"

He felt Ka's hands touching him, stroking his chest and stomach. His companion's teeth nipped at his ear.

Ka is getting bold. It shocked him and even pleased him, to an extent. But it didn't change things. His young lover was still under punishment.

A sigh from Ka announced his impatience. A moment later, Vegeta felt the concubine roll away from him. Had he gone to sleep? No. The prince could feel the bed shift beneath him as Ka moved.

"My prince…" Ka moaned.

Vegeta's eyes widened. Is…Kakarott doing what I think he is doing?

The sounds of his heavy breathing confirmed it. Vegeta fought the urge to look at him. Ka's activity went on for quite a while until finally with the soft utter of Vegeta's name the concubine found his release. The scent of his climax teased Vegeta. A deep, contented purr vibrated near his ear. Ka wrapped his arm around Vegeta's waist and was asleep within minutes. Vegeta lay awake, glowering in the dark at his sudden painful erection.

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Mornings often brought with it sexual gratification for the prince and his companion, but this morn only brought new discoveries. Kakarott was behaving strangely. He seemed agitated and moody. His ever-present smile was now a scowl and he was grumbling to himself.

Kakarott is frustrated, Vegeta thought.

It wasn't a surprise to him. His companion had no control. He was not a seasoned warrior -had never been to battle and hence did not know how to staunch his needs. His actions last night had said just as much. Still, he wished that he had seen his Ka take his problem in hand.

Ka walked by him on the way to the bath.

What is that scent that is coming so strongly from him? Vegeta mused, It is…very appealing. He wanted to hold him down and thrust into him until he collapsed from exhaustion. Impossible really since Saiyans possessed such incredible stamina. Poor Kakarott would probably be injured if he was to do such a thing to him.

Vegeta had to admit, The idea has some merit. Maybe I should save it for Ka's next punishment -if he ever disobeys me again.

He liked the way that Ka looked when the pleasure was upon him, all soft and vulnerable. The concubine's tail would twitch, its fur would stand on end, and Vegeta would cum inside of him.

A small growl almost akin to a purr escaped him. He caught himself and frowned when Ka looked his way. No, he thought, let him believe that I am displeased with him. It is for his own good.

When Vegeta said nothing to him, Kakarott continued on his way to take his bath, grumbling. Vegeta smiled and left the room. Temperamental Kakarott was intriguing, but he had no time to study him.

He made his way to the great hall -the throne room, where his father and one of his elites already waited. It seemed that there was news. Bardock's regiment had successfully purged a quantity of planets. The king was obviously pleased.

Why would he not be? His former companion increases the royal fortunes with each world that he conquers.

"They are heading for the ice planet in the Temor galaxy now," Nappa, the commanding officer and Vegeta's former guard informed them.

"Bardock won't stay there long. He doesn't like the cold," the king said.

"How touching of you to remember, father," Vegeta taunted.

Nappa bowed to the prince and the king dismissed him.

"How many have they taken?" Vegeta asked.

"Thirty," King Vegeta smirked. "King Cold will be impressed."

His father's mention of the alien soured Vegeta's mood. "I am beginning to think that we do not need his help. If we can take as many planets on our own, then we are by far more superior than they are, father."

"They have the technology that we need."

"We could take it from them, purge their planet," Vegeta suggested.

"We could," the king nodded, "but an alliance is what we need right now. Maybe after several years when they have trusted us enough we will conquer them. We will own their technology and their world. You will have your own galaxies to rule, brat. Doesn't that sound good, hmm?"

Vegeta glowered at him. "I want to rule Vegetasia, don't try to bribe me out of it."

The king saw that the subject was not something he wished to argue over with his son, not now when Bardock had delivered him such a bounty. He changed the subject, focusing on an issue that had caught his attention as of late. His son was depriving himself of his bedmate. He did not like the sound of it at all. He had given Kakarott to Vegeta for a reason. If Vegeta did not make use of the pleasures at hand to him, then what was the use in having a concubine?

"Why don't you take another companion?" King Vegeta recommended.

"I don't want another companion."

"Hmm…" the king grinned, "I chose well for you then."

Vegeta grumbled something indistinct.

"You do seem to be protective of your little lover. I have not seen him since I presented him to you."

"And you never will see him," Vegeta threatened.

The king laughed. "Why are you being so territorial? I'm not going to steal the whelp if that's what you're thinking. If I had wanted him for myself, I would have taken him a long time ago."

"Why didn't you?" Vegeta asked. "Is it because he looks so much like Bardock?"

The king tilted his head and answered, "He wasn't strong enough to suit me. He is a child. What am I to do with a child?"

Vegeta suspected that it was far more than that.

Father felt uncomfortable with the idea of bedding his concubine's son. That is why he gave him to me. But why should father feel uncomfortable? He is king. He can have anyone he desires, even Bardock's son. Does father actually still care for Bardock that he would consider the thought of bedding Bardock's son as being offensive?

"Besides, I enjoy the pleasures of my harem now," the king was saying. "When are you going to acquire one?"

A harem? Vegeta mused. Ka is enough. Vegeta had decided that he would not need a harem, not unless Kakarott died. He was taking very good care of his concubine. Ka would not be dying anytime soon.

His father's harem mostly consisted of foreigners, slaves caught from the planets that were nearby Vegetasia. Females, males, their genders did not matter, not to the king. They were all there for one purpose -to please his voracious Saiyan appetite and Vegeta had no objections to his father's preferences.

"How is the punishment going with Kakarott?"

"He is upset, but he hasn't argued about it which is strange, even for him."

"How can it be strange when you cosset him?"

He was puzzled at his father's comment. "What do you mean?"

"My guards told me that they saw you carrying Kakarott over your shoulder in the hall. They said he appeared to be drunk and that he was being very…informal with you."

Color rushed to Vegeta's face. Displays of affection between lovers in public -especially when one was of the royal family was severely frowned upon. Of course, that did not prevent things such as rape and lewd behavior during battles among the low level Saiyans. Still, Vegeta was supposed to show some form of control when it came to such matters as a drunken concubine. He could have ordered a guard to take Kakarott to his room, but Vegeta did not trust anyone with his companion. He hated the idea of another's hands on Kakarott. That was why he did not allow Ka near the throne room. Too many elite Saiyans roamed the area. Their appetites often caused them to make bad decisions, such as taking what was not theirs.

Vegeta frowned at the thought. He would kill anyone that dared to lay a hand on his Ka. He belonged to him in every way. He didn't care what others thought. He would protect Ka until he no longer breathed. Which reminded him…

"Kakarott is giving off a certain odor," he told his father.

"Oh?" The king stroked his dark beard.

"The scent, it makes me want him more."

"Ah," his father grinned. "It's about time. He is in heat."

Vegeta blinked as the words sank into his mind. Ka is in heat. He had suspected as much. I did this to him. There was a level of cruelty to it that he relished.

I wonder if Kakarott would enjoy a bath with me…

His father studied the smirk that slowly appeared on his son's face and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "What are you up to, brat?"

"Nothing that concerns you father," he snapped.

King Vegeta scowled at his son and muttered, "Surly brat."

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Thanks to K for the help. I know it sounds repetitive of me, but please review, even if you hated it. Reviews make writers write, you know. Now off I go to finish chapter 7. ^__^