Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 9 ( Chapter 9 )

The Saiyan Companion 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.

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

Author's Note: Um...

*Ka -Vegeta's nickname for his little companion (I'm talking about Kakarott, not Vegeta's member).

*Buima -a fermented drink that the Saiyans enjoy drinking (It is a fictional drink based on a real drink but it is still copyrighted to moi).

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He heard a rustle in the nearby shrubs. His father and their guests were too occupied with each other to notice. There was an intruder among them. The royal guards seemed oblivious to the noise.

Incompetent fools.

Vegeta made a mental note to have a talk with their commander. He took a deep breath and stiffened as the scent of his companion reached him. He chuckled inwardly as it occurred to him that the young Saiyan was hidden away in the bushes watching them. So Kakarott's impatience had brought him to him. As pleased as Vegeta was with his actions, he still would have preferred that his concubine had heeded his words and remained near his chambers. He did not want Frieza to set his eyes on Kakarott. He had a deep fear that the lizard would take interest in him.

Vegeta had to get him out of the area before he became the next meal on the table. He excused himself and felt his father's, Zarbon's and the lizard's eyes upon him a he took his leave. He knew that his father would not protest at his abrupt departure. It was not too smart to argue before one's guests, especially before strangers such as these.

He smelled Kakarott's trail and discovered that the younger male had retreated to the palace. He didn't feel that he should hasten to catch Kakarott in the act of defying him. There was no need to draw unwanted attention from the visitors. Whatever Kakarott had been up to would be dealt with in due time. He smirked, knowing that Kakarott was in for quite a surprise.

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When he showed up in the kitchens, the servants there barely recognized him. He talked to them rapidly, smudged his face with powdered grain, spilled some cooking grease on his tunic and exited in a blur. They definitely couldn't say that he hadn't been in the kitchens that day.

He ran through the halls unleashing a strong, spicy breeze in his wake, not knowing that his scent had worked like an aphrodisiac on the unsuspecting Saiyans and aliens.

He stumbled into Vegeta's chambers and let out a breath of air when he realized that the prince wasn't there. He scrambled over to the bed and grumbled in frustration when the scent of Vegeta's pillow filled his nostrils.

"Oh no...Not now!"

His tunic was tenting. He grabbed his pillow and covered himself just in time. Vegeta had arrived.

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Kakarott stared hungrily at him. He looked all frustrated and unkempt. A leaf, evidence of his presence in the garden, was stuck in his hair. He emitted a growl when Vegeta walked past him.

Strange.

"Vegeta."

The tone of his voice alone sounded hostile. Kakarott had never displayed such aggression before.

"Kakarott?"

"Vegeta, are you...are you taking another companion?"

"What?"

"Are you thinking of having someone other than me in your bed?"

Vegeta was momentarily stunned by the boldness of his question. It was so unlike Kakarott to present such a serious attitude. Why would he believe that Vegeta would ever take another? Didn't he know that he had completely ruined him for anyone else? The very thought of taking a new companion sickened him. Why it-

Wait...

Kakarott was clearly upset with the notion that he was being replaced. He wondered just how far he could push Kakarott's newfound temper.

A little lie was in order.

"That is none of your concern," he coldly told him.

Kakarott gasped and clenched his fists. "So it's true then."

Was it cruel that he was enjoying the look of complete despair that had fallen over his face? He didn't think so. An emotional Kakarott was a highly desirable Kakarott it seemed.

The young Saiyan stood, sending the pillow tumbling to the floor. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the way that Kakarott's tunic was standing out from his body.

"What did I do wrong, Vegeta? What did I do to make you hate me?"

He forced himself to look away from his arousal and asked, "You mean you don't remember?"

Ka shook his head.

"Have I been punishing you for nothing?" Ka seemed confused. Vegeta growled out his indignation. "I can't believe this!"

"He...he…must be better looking than me. Is he?" he asked, hoping that the prince would at least lie to him and say that the blue alien was repulsive to him and that it was his father who was forcing the alien upon him.

"What are you talking about, Kakarott?"

"Your new concubine. He must be better looking than me. He must be…better at everything." Ka's face had turned red.

Aaah, I see. Kakarott is jealous. How interesting.

He decided to see just how truly jealous his young concubine was. "He is pleasant to look at," he told him truthfully.

Kakarott's lips parted, but no words came from him. He looked absolutely stunned. Vegeta wanted to laugh, but he schooled himself. The real fun had just begun.

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No, no, no! Kakarott thought petulantly. This isn't happening!

"Vegeta?" His voice sounded small and whiny, but the hurt came through quite clearly.

He knelt before the prince his eyes pleading with him. Vegeta's sudden frown cowed him and he bowed his head and blurted out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I disobeyed you! Please don't send me away!"

He was desperate. His heart was in his ears, thumping so loud that he could barely think. He didn't know what he would do if Vegeta put him aside forever. Just the thought of not sharing his bed, his warmth, or breathing in his scent made him tremble with fear.

I can't live with out you, Vegeta!

The prince shifted his feet and Ka was on him in a flash. His arms wrapped around the prince's legs, his tail around a calf. He pressed his face against Vegeta's abdomen and felt the prince's body stiffen.

"Please, Vegeta!" his voice was muffled.

Time seemed to draw out for him. The prince was silent and Kakarott feared that he had already made his final decision. It was over for him. He would be thrown out, and then replaced by the beautiful alien. Kakarott would have to see to his own body's multiple cravings. It was too horrible to contemplate.

The feel of Vegeta's fingers moving through his hair startled him. His touch was so gentle even though Kakarott had shown him such weakness. It was no secret that the prince did not tolerate weaklings.

Vegeta's fingertips began idly to massage Kakarott's scalp. A deep, satisfied purr resonated from Ka's throat.

Such a treat he was getting. He didn't understand why.

"Hmm...Kakarott," Vegeta muttered. He brought his hands down to the younger male's shoulder blades. The heat from his palms made Kakarott feel a moment of contentment. He was in the prince's embrace and he was glad for it.

"You are never to drink buima again."

"Buima?" He looked up at the prince, his chin resting on Vegeta's armor. "I am being replaced because I drank buima?"

"What else did you think that I was talking about, Kakarott?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow, curious as to his response.

Kakarott shrugged and tried to change the subject. "When did I drink buima?"

Vegeta made a sound of displeasure. "You really are weak if you cannot remember that you drank it."

Ka buried his face against Vegeta's belly in embarrassment.

"You were all over me, as if you had something to prove."

Ka looked up at him again, eyes wide with shock. I tried to...unbelievable.

"I chose to punish you for your behavior," Vegeta explained.

"Does...that mean that you're not taking a new concubine?"

"There was no new concubine."

"But, you said that he was better looking than me."

"I said that he is pleasant to look at," Vegeta replied. "There is a difference, Kakarott, and I was referring to you."

"Oh."

Vegeta's smirk made Kakarott feel as if he was truly a fool. For a moment there, he had believed that Vegeta had discovered his secret. He in turn had almost blurted out the entire thing.

"Kakarott," Vegeta cupped the younger Saiyan's chin in his hand and sank down to his knees before him. He leaned towards Ka, and soon had them both lying on the floor.

Kakarott was ecstatic. He could barely wait to have Vegeta's heat inside of him. His hands trembled as they clung to the prince.

Vegeta grinned wickedly and licked Ka's parted lips. Kakarott darted his tongue out to meet Vegeta's own, but Vegeta pulled back. Kakarott licked his lips tasting Vegeta's flavor. He wanted more of him. He let his tail brush affectionately against Vegeta's side. The prince scowled at him and said, "Stop that."

Kakarott moved his tail along his body and settled it on Vegeta's forearm. He couldn't help stroking the muscular flesh beneath the thin body suit. Kakarott's sigh of contentment stirred the air around them. Vegeta's nostrils flared as their proximity caused their scents to mingle.

"You..." he muttered and with a single motion caught Ka's tail in his hand. He tightened his hold on it. Kakarott yelped and dug his nails into the prince's back. "...do not take orders very well. The next time that you disobey me, Kakarott, I will not be as lenient with you. Is that understood?"

"Y-Yes, my prince."

"You have cost the both of us many nights of pleasure." He moved Ka towards his chair. "We'll have to make up for those lost hours."

He pulled Kakarott up from the floor and moved him towards the solid chair that resembled the prince's throne. It was a stone creation, white, hard, and adorned with a satiny blue cushion and dark blue gems down the front of the armrests. It had never been said aloud, but Kakarott knew that the chair was for Vegeta and Vegeta only. He had never sat in it -not even when he was alone in the room. He imagined that it was uncomfortable to sit on, being made of stone. That didn't seem to bother Vegeta. He used the mock throne quite often. Kakarott wondered if the king too had such a chair in his chambers. His thoughts about the king were quickly forgotten when Vegeta shoved him into the stiff backed chair and draped Kakarott's legs over either side of the armrests. The hem of his tunic was bunched around his waist.

Vegeta leaned forward. His knee touched Ka's scrotum and rubbed against it. "Are you as hungry as I am, Kakarott?"

He didn't see why Vegeta would be hungry. After all, the prince had just eaten in the gardens. Ka himself felt a bit empty, but he supposed that he could wait a while longer. His stomach wasn't making any weird noises so he told him, "I could eat later."

Vegeta chuckled at his answer. He placed his hand on Kakarott's throat and kissed him. A bead of precum leaked from his member and trickled on to Vegeta's thigh, staining the fabric.

"It doesn't take much to get you started, does it Kakarott?"

An unintelligible murmur came from him. He was on fire, his blood boiling with his lust as Vegeta teased him. He tried to arch into the prince's touch, but the prince had long since withdrawn his hand. He was leaning close to him now, his hands braced on the armrests, his mouth invitingly close to Kakarott's. Kakarott licked his lips with eagerness. The smirking lips drew ever closer and Kakarott darted his tongue out to taste them, his body tensing with pent up pleasure as the flavor of his prince stirred his taste buds. His cock jumped, and he clutched Vegeta's arms.

Vegeta nuzzled his neck, lightly nipped at the skin there. His spiky, dark hair tickled him.

"Now Kakarott, before we continue," he whispered into his ear, then pulled back to look at him. "Is there anything else that you have done that I should know about?"

Ka lifted an eyebrow in contemplation. The right thing to do would be to tell him about his training. But Ka feared another punishment, so he looked Vegeta straight in the eye and lied.

"No, Vegeta. There's nothing."

Vegeta's hand moved over him and it was suddenly there, between Ka's legs. It held Ka's cock briefly, and then moved lower to massage the soft flesh just beneath it.

"Aaah…" Ka's eyes narrowed as his shaft began to tingle.

Vegeta knelt down before him, pulled Ka's buttocks to the edge of the chair and licked his soft sac.

Kakarott gasped and reached out for Vegeta's hair.

"No. Keep your hands at your sides," Vegeta ordered.

He blinked woodenly and did as he was told, gripping the arm rests. His tail had a mind of its own. It curled upwards and swatted Vegeta in the face. Vegeta pushed the energetic appendage aside. "Keep this down as well."

He slipped two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet with his saliva.

"Vegeta," the tail stroked his cheek again. Kakarott was at the end of his patience.

"Be still, Kakarott," he said and gently pushed his wet digits into Kakarott's body. Ka held his breath and closed his eyes as Vegeta wriggled his fingers, stretching him.

"Vegeta!" His tail trashed against the chair.

The prince took Kakarott's member into his mouth and suckled on him as he probed him. Kakarott didn't know if he could keep his hands down. His fingertips were already digging into the armrests, leaving tiny cracks in the stone. His mind reeled at what the prince was doing. He was seeing to Ka's pleasure first, taking him with his mouth and touching him there.

"Augh!" He couldn't bear it any longer. He had gone so long without Vegeta that the sweep of his tongue made his shaft jerk. Vegeta released it from his mouth, pressed his thumb against the base of Ka's cock and bit into his inner thigh.

"Aaahh!" The bite made his orgasm stronger. Ka almost crushed the stone to pieces beneath his hands. His tail wrapped around the prince's neck, tightened, and then went boneless.

Vegeta licked his lips free of blood and hot release and looked up at him. Kakarott's body was covered in a fine layer of sweat. He panted heavily, his face, neck and torso, flushed with heat. His thighs trembled from the remnants of his climax. He looked positively vulnerable. The scent of him -the delicious, primitive, and needy smell of his body's state pulled the most carnal of growls from his throat.

My companion...my concubine...my Kakarott. Yes.

"You're mine, do you understand?" he claimed vehemently.

Kakarott nodded weakly. The glassed over look in his eyes showed that he was already too far gone to comprehend what Vegeta was saying to him. Pride filled the prince. Kakarott was a good concubine, an excellent companion. If only it was possible that he could breed with him...

Hmm, I can, but it wouldn't produce the results that I want. Maybe the lizard has a cure for that. Some quick fix that will make Kakarott be able to bear my heirs.

But then his wishful musings took a close second to the desire that thrummed in his blood. He stood up and quickly removed his armor and body suit. He returned to Kakarott, lowered himself over him and thrust into his slick body.

"Aah…aaah!"

"Kakarott…" Vegeta groaned at the soft and warm sensations that rushed over his cock. He covered Kakarott's mouth with his and suckled on his sweet tongue, muting his cries. He brought his tail around to flick against the sensitive skin that ran between Kakarott's balls and nether opening. Kakarott lurched upwards, his actions causing Vegeta to slip further into his tight sheath.

Aaaaahhhh...So hungry for me, my Kakarott. Let me feed you...he purred mentally and repeatedly buried himself in his companion. Kakarott's legs latched on to him, wrapping around his waist.

"Greedy Kakarott, you're appetites are never satisfied," he said aloud and went tense as the concubine's body pulled every bit of his seed from him.

"Shit!" he cursed through clenched teeth and grunted as his release came much too soon.

Kakarott gasped when the familiar wetness entered his passage. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. "So long..."

His own words sounded foreign to him. He felt teeth nibbling at his jaw and opened his eyes to look at Vegeta. The prince looked darker than usual. He was red all over. Kakarott squirmed beneath him. He could feel Vegeta throbbing hotly inside of him. He gave a whimper and thrust his hips up against him.

"Serves you right," Vegeta snapped at him. "You'll have to wait a few more minutes until we can start again."

Well that didn't seem right to Kakarott. He sighed and opened his mouth to speak but his stomach chose that moment to protest loudly. Kakarott rubbed his belly and announced, "I'm hungry."

Vegeta laughed and carefully withdrew from him. "Well that decides it then. You'll have to eat first before you do anything else."

"Okay, Vegeta. I'll eat fast," he promised and took no offense to the prince's laughter. He was far too hungry and too needy to care.

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Next Chapter: More sweet Kaky loving.