Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 8 ( Chapter 8 )

The Saiyan Companion 8 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!

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He still couldn't believe what he had learned from Gallaur. Apparently, he was giving off an aroma that was almost like an aphrodisiac to Saiyans. He wondered if Vegeta had smelled it too. He hoped he had. Maybe it would draw the prince to him, but he couldn't hope for that to happen. Not now any way. It would be bad timing. And the bite marks that Vegeta always took great pleasure in putting on him, they meant that the prince had claimed him as his mate. Kakarott felt a moment of joy before the memory of Vegeta's recent behavior towards him dampened down his spirit. The prince might have claimed him as his mate, but now he wanted nothing to do with him. The bite marks were probably useless now. He absently touched the fading scars then quickly moved his hand away when Gallaur's eyes flew to them. He knew how much the old Saiyan hated Vegeta and the King. He didn't want to incite another angry response from the aging warrior about "the brat," so he changed the subject.

"Gallaur?"

"Hmm?"

"Who is King Cold? I heard Vegeta and the King talking about him earlier."

"Now you're ease dropping on the royals? You're really stupid aren't you? Silly child. In my day they would cut out your tongue for that," Gallaur babbled. "King Cold you say? Never heard of him. Must be some foreigner trying to align himself with the Saiyans. Probably heard how powerful we are and now he wants to kiss our asses. He should you know."

Kakarott scratched his head at that. Were the old warrior's thoughts wandering off again? He opened his mouth to say something about it when Gallaur looked at him wistfully and said, "I loved being a commander in the Saiyan army. It was the most gratifying thing that ever happened to me, even more gratifying than sex!"

Kakarott groaned disparagingly at his words. It was bad enough that he wasn't being tended to by Vegeta. He didn't want to have an image of the old warrior's younger and wilder days having "fun" with others. It was wrong in so many ways.

"Uh, yes sir, I bet..."

"Did I ever tell you about the battle with the sea people from planet Rahzersen?"

Kakarott sighed and slumped down. "No, Gallaur."

"I met my second mate there. For an alien she was something to look at if you know what I mean," he chuckled. "She had a powerful right hook too. Loosened one of my teeth. She and her people put up quite a fight, but in the end my regiment won and I was able to claim her as mine. She didn't take well to Vegetasia's atmosphere though -too hot. Died months later."

"That's horrible, sir," Kakarott told him. "Do you miss her?"

"Not really. I missed fighting with her though. She was an excellent warrior."

"Oh," Ka said. "You said that she was your second mate. How many mates did you have?"

"Twelve."

"T-Twelve?"

"Are you daft? That's what I said."

"Why so many?"

"Back then we was told that we could have as many as we wanted. Captives became another option of continuing our line, even if the offspring from those unions would have been diluted with alien blood. King Vegeta's sire gave the order and all Saiyans accepted it. It seemed like the perfect solution."

"Then...is-"

"No. He's a full Saiyan. Don't you ever doubt that," Gallaur ruffled Kakarott's spiky hair with his hand.

Ka smiled and then asked him, "How did you meet your other mates?"

"Long stories, but I'm in the mood to tell them all so keep your mouth shut and listen. I was a young nobody when I met my first..."

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Kakarott arrived back at the palace earlier than usual and had made a hasty stop at the kitchens. Even though his training had been cut short by Gallaur's stories, Kakarott still had minor injuries from the training he had endured that day. He disrobed and went to the bath chamber, checked his body in one of the mirrors. Every session with Gallaur produced injuries. Today had been no different. Sure enough, his skin was bruised and sore. Before he'd had the time to examine them more, Vegeta walked into the room. The Saiyan prince seemed distracted.

Ka quickly entered the bath, hiding his new scratches and scrapes.

"Who does he think he is?"

"What?"

"Calling me a monkey!"

Ka sank into the water up to his nose. What was the prince upset about? Ka hoped he hadn't found out about his trips to the forest. He really looked mad.

He stripped his clothes and stepped into the water. The veins in his forehead were prominent. His face was red with anger. His eye twitched as he grumbled obscenely beneath his breath. Kakarott thought that he looked beautiful and he started to ache for him.

The prince cleansed his skin with rough quick strokes, his mind on something else. Kakarott heard him mumble about an "ugly lizard" and his "long haired bitch." Kakarott was used to the prince's temper and figured that he was still upset with his father. He finished washing and escaped Vegeta's eyes rather easily since the prince was occupied with his thoughts. He dressed quickly in one of his tunics -his hair and skin still partially wet. He slipped beneath the covers just before Vegeta entered the room. The prince dried himself, glowering all the while. He dropped his towel at his feet, finally looked at him and asked, "What did you do today, Kakarott?"

Kakarott was surprised that he was even talking to him. It had been days since the prince had even acknowledged him. He was so hungry for his attention, but not when he was trying to hide the evidence of his daily activities.

He straightened his shoulders and said, "I went to the kitchens."

Vegeta stared at him for what seemed an eternity before he muttered, "Oh," and climbed into bed.

Kakarott turned over. He was terrified that Vegeta would reach for him, and at the same time, afraid that he wouldn't. Something brushed against his back. He yelped and fell off the bed.

"Kakarott?"

"Yes, my prince?" he gripped his side. He was grateful that the prince couldn't see his movements. He did not want to end up in the infirmary again. It was bad enough that he was sore.

"Do not venture too far from my chambers tomorrow. Vegetasia has visitors and I do not trust them." Not with you. The prince had not uttered the words, but Kakarott sensed them all the same.

Kakarott nodded and said, "Yes, my prince."

He sighed and rested his forehead on the cool sheets. For a moment there, he had thought that Vegeta was going to take him. While half of him silently cried out for him to do so, the other half rejoiced that he had gotten away with his treachery. As beautiful as Vegeta was when he was angry, Ka did not ever want that hateful gaze to be turned upon him. He would die inside should that ever happen.

He climbed back into bed and stared at the back of the prince's head. His tail lifted of its own volition and reached for Vegeta's, but he let it drop just short of the sleek brown limb. If Vegeta didn't want him, then he certainly wouldn't want him to touch him any more. He coiled his tail around his own waist and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to claim him.

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Kakarott gasped as the heat and weight of his prince was suddenly on top of him. The air around them became too thick to breathe. Words were trapped in his throat and the only way that he could express what he was feeling was to strain his body against the prince's. They rolled all over the sheets, sweating and groping at each other, fighting for full body contact. Their tails locked in a painful embrace. Teeth were bared and the younger Saiyan cried out and came.

The prince roughly moved him on to his stomach, mounted him again and muttered into his ear, "Do you think that I don't know about your training?"

Kakarott wakened with a start. He looked beside him and saw that the prince was gone. Vegeta's pillow was in his arms, misshapen by his grip. His tunic was bunched around his waist and his cock was red and swollen. His fingers instantly went to it, touching the sensitive head and coming away wet with his precum. Kakarott curled up on his side, the scent of Vegeta's pillow filling his lungs. He stroked his member, holding it firmly at its base. His eyes fluttered close as he imagined that it was Vegeta who was touching him down there. He relinquished his hold on the pillow and sought out his opening, teased it with his fingertips. He trembled as he thrust them inside of him and fisted his cock to hurry along his release. He would have been successful had a servant not knocked on the door. Startled by the interruption, he pulled his hands free of his body and pushed his tunic down to cover his erection.

So much for easing the pain. He called on the servant to enter and gave the small worker an uneasy smile as he recognized him. It was Tryne, one of Vegeta's loyal servants. He usually straightened Vegeta's chambers and saw to the cleaning of the prince and Kakarott's clothes.

"Hungry, sir?" the fluffy eared alien asked, carrying a serving tray to the table across the room.

"Yes," Kakarott replied.

"The prince said that you are to have your breakfast in his rooms."

"What? Why?"

"He did not say, sir."

Now he doesn't want others to see me, Ka thought. Is he ashamed of me?

Kakarott left the rumpled covers to take a bath, his still hardened cock poking at his tunic.

The servant pretended that he hadn't seen anything but he was curious as to why the young concubine had been left unattended by the prince. It seemed strange, even to him and he was not from their planet. Whatever the problem was between them, it was best that they get over it quickly, after all, tongues wagged. Still Tryne thought that this bit of information would be of interest to his fellow friends in servitude. It was very dull sometimes cleaning up after Saiyans. One needed a daily dose of gossip to keep the blood flowing.

The prince's concubine returned fresh from his bath. Tryne handed him a tunic, his eyes averted from his nakedness. The companion lustily ate his breakfast then awkwardly excused himself from the chambers leaving Tryne to clean up after him.

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The King was showing Frieza the royal gardens, using the occasion to talk further about their negotiations. Vegeta was stuck with the pretty alien at his side as they followed the King and Frieza. Every now and then, when the King and his guest would stop to study some rare plant or flower, Frieza's eyes sought out the prince.

Vegeta didn't like the way that he kept looking at him. It made his skin crawl. He had half a mind to send to a bolt of energy straight under the creature's hover chair and blow him sky high, but he restrained himself. Now was not the time to act like a spoiled brat. He wanted answers and he was certain that Zarbon could give them to him.

"What is your real purpose?" Vegeta asked Zarbon.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play stupid with me. I know that you're not his concubine."

Zarbon stared at him for a moment before he said, "You're smarter than I thought you were."

"Who are you?" Vegeta demanded.

"Lord Frieza appointed me as commander of his army. I have known his family for many years. It also helped that he found me attractive enough to grace his company."

So that was it then. The lizard liked to surround himself with pretty things. Vegeta couldn't blame him. If he were as ugly as Frieza, he would want an army of attractive beings to take his mind off of what he lacked in looks himself.

"He gets whatever he wants," Zarbon told him. "It would be useful of you to remember that."

"And what does he want?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Vegeta didn't respond.

"The more you hate him, the more he'll be intrigued. May I suggest that you change your attitude towards him?"

"Suggest all you want," the prince said, "but I will not bow down to him."

Zarbon chuckled. Vegeta raised a brow in surprise. Even the alien's laughter was pretty. "Many have said the same, prince Vegeta, and many have found that they had spoken too rationally."

"Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be guarding your lord's secrets?"

"There are not many secrets where he is from. The ice-jins are a very eccentric people. What they view as pleasure, others view as pain. I think that lord Frieza would be amused to learn that I have told you this about him. I will tell him you know."

"Ever the dutiful henchman..." Vegeta smirked rudely. "Tell him what you will. I couldn't care less."

Zarbon smiled. "You're awfully brave aren't you?"

"Of course I am. I am the strongest Saiyan. What about you? Were you the strongest amongst your people?"

"Hard to say. None of them lived long enough for me to find out. I am the last of my kind. My people were...poisoned so to speak."

"How fortunate that you escaped the poison."

"Yes, fortunate," Zarbon muttered. "I was accompanying lord Frieza's brother Kooler on a mission when I was given the news. A whole planet, wiped out by a harmless alien spore that corrupted our food. Yes...I was very fortunate."

"You suspect that it was intentional?" Vegeta asked.

"That is not for me to say. I have no evidence. All I know is what I was told," Zarbon shared a silent look with him. Vegeta understood what he was trying to tell him. The ice-jins were treacherous people. The Saiyans had already gotten in too deep and there was no way out from their one sided alliance.

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Kakarott had sought the council of Gallaur and discovered that he had made a big mistake in doing so. While he yearned for words of comfort, Gallaur offered him nothing but the cold hard truth. The prince was tired of him. He was really abandoning him. But why? What had he done to upset Vegeta?

"He hates me..." Ka sat down woodenly on the ground, legs folded beneath him. Grief and despair filled him. "He's going to find someone else."

"Why do you care? At least then he'll leave you alone and you'll have more time to finish your training."

I don't want him to leave me alone.

"Kakarott, you're better off without him," Gallaur continued. "Come on, you have to train now. Half the day is gone already."

Kakarott stood and announced, "I'm not training today."

"What? It's bad enough that you came here late-"

"I have to make things right between Vegeta and me. I need to know what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong. He just got tired of you. It happens."

Kakarott clutched his chest. He felt as if he was dying. He was unwilling to settle for that excuse, at least not until he heard it straight from Vegeta himself. They had not been together that long. How could he have possibly tired of him so quickly?

"I have to leave," he said.

Gallaur snarled and flicked his grizzled and graying tail in his direction. "Go on then. I won't stop you, but you're being stupid, Kakarott."

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Kakarott had returned to the palace and discovered that it was crawling with foreigners. He kept to himself as Gallaur had suggested, keeping his distance from both Saiyans and newcomers. A few of the strange looking aliens seemed interested in him, but their Saiyan guides would explain to them that the tunic that Kakarott wore meant that he was off limits to them.

"He's the prince's companion," they would say.

Not anymore, Kakarott sadly thought. His interest in the foreigners waned. He sought out the sparse haired high guard that he often saw around the King. Nappa he was called. Kakarott planned on asking him where the prince was, but through luck he was spared the trouble of approaching the overly aggressive warrior. Tryne passed him in the hall just outside the throne room and immediately came to his aid. "Sir? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi. I'm looking for the prince. Do you know where he is?"

"In the gardens," Tryne told him and lowered his gaze as a few Saiyans walked by them. His furry ears folded flat against his blue hair. "You shouldn't be down here. Too many strangers. It's not safe for you."

"Why?"

"They'll want to take advantage of you," he said and rubbed his arm. Kakarott spotted red welts just above his furred forearms where the white coat ended.

"You're hurt."

"What? Oh, no...Nothing happened that I didn't want to happen," he blushed then paled when he realized that he was standing in the main hall talking to the prince's concubine. "You should go now. I have work to do."

"Okay," Ka barely had a chance to thank him before the servant disappeared into the throng of people that flooded the hall. He went to the nearest alcove hidden beneath layers of heavy crimson colored cloth and peered out of the window. No guards roamed the grounds below. The patch of thorns that grew there discouraged any intruder from scaling the walls. Of course, if the intruder had another means of getting in and out of the palace like flying for instance...

He grinned and leaped through the window. He fell for thirty feet, before he came to a halt effortlessly over the thorn bush, then hovered safely away from it and landed on the ground. From there he darted quickly through the tall trees and plants that formed a natural border around the palace. They were the only things that remained of the ancient forest that once stretched over Vegetasia. Now, only a small forest near the mountains where Gallaur lived and the royal gardens were all that was left. The exposed earth of Vegetasia was becoming brittle, dry. Its nutrients were no longer enough to support the food that the servants planted. Meat was growing scarce, even in the forests.

In the gardens, one could forget that the planet was facing such dire problems. Rare beautiful plants and flowers still bloomed there, protected by the shade of the towering walls of the palace. Kakarott had had the privilege of visiting the quiet enclosure by himself once, until a guard had chased him from it and told him that he was trespassing. The garden was guarded for a reason -to preserve it while there was still an opportunity to do so, and yet, the royals were having their afternoon meal in the gardens with their guests. A table had been brought out and set up beneath one of the older trees. Servants obediently stood nearby awaiting their King's commands.

Kakarott saw Vegeta and stiffened when the prince began to talk to the person seated beside him. A person who was definitely not of the Saiyan race. He was beautiful and blue, and he wore jewelry and pale colored clothing.

Who is he? Ka wondered.

"He's losing interest in you."

"Better get used to it. You'll soon be replaced. Its how things are done with the royal family,"

His body went cold as one frightening thought came to him. That's...Vegeta's new concubine...

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