Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion ( Chapter 1 )

The Saiyan Companion 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: Nothing to say right now…except maybe please review, or e-mail me with your thoughts.

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The furry tail twitched as its owner dreamt.

The Saiyan prince grinned at his concubine and drew back as the younger male turned on his side away from him.

He had been given to Vegeta as a gift from his father.

"He is the son of my own former concubine, Bardock," the king had informed him. "Do with him as you wish. He is yours to command -in all things."

If only that had been true.

Vegeta had discovered that his companion was not very compliant. He had a personality that bordered on being childish. His intelligence was embarrassingly inadequate, but Vegeta supposed that was why he had been made into a concubine instead of a warrior like his father and his brother Radditz.

Bardock had held both positions. He had been one of the few Saiyans to do so. As one of King Vegeta's high ranking warriors, he had accompanied the king on many battles and soon found favor in the sovereign's eyes.

Bardock had taken his eldest son with him to secure several quadrants on the outer rim of the Awii galaxy. They would be gone for years.

Vegeta wondered if the warrior knew of his youngest son's ascension as royal consort.

He curled his tail around the younger Saiyan's darker appendage. He reached for him and shifted him until he was up against him. He could feel his soft, warm breath on his face.

He kissed the bridge of his consort's nose. The young male continued sleeping.

Vegeta frowned. "Wake up, Kakarott."

The concubine burrowed into him for warmth.

Vegeta wickedly squeezed his tail. Kakarott gasped, his eyes shot open. Vegeta quickly indulged himself on the disoriented Saiyan's lips.

Kakarott fully awakened. He leaned into Vegeta and opened his mouth to him.

In matters of intimacy, he yielded to him, the ever-faithful concubine. He held back nothing from him. His desire was almost as potent as his appetite for food.

Vegeta removed the white tunic that proclaimed Kakarott's status.

This one was not made for war. He was made to serve the prince and the white represented that. The blue belt at his waist confirmed whom he belonged to -a member of the royal house.

It was an honor to wear Vegeta's color.

Bardock had never worn the king's colors. He had simply been too stubborn to do so. The tradition had not appealed to him. He had worn red instead -his favorite color, to the king's disapproval. What had the king expected when his concubine had primarily always been a warrior?

Prince Vegeta would never let his consort become a warrior. War would ruin him, just as it had ruined Bardock.

Vegeta sucked his consort's tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply. His hands roamed over the young Saiyan's arms and chest. Kakarott was powerfully built, but his powers were woefully small even for a lowborn Saiyan. To Vegeta, it was further proof that Kakarott did not need to be a warrior.

"Vegeta…"

Vegeta licked Kakarott's cheek. His companion's face was flushed. Vegeta nipped at his chin and throat. He laved the hollow between his collarbones and scored the flesh above one of Kakarott's nipples.

He liked being a little rough with his timid partner. It proved who was in control.

He licked the welts and sank his teeth into them. Kakarott gasped and clutched Vegeta's hair in his hand. Vegeta let the wound run freely. He swallowed Kakarott's blood and then staunched the wound with his tongue.

"Prince Vegeta…"

"Do you want to taste me as well, Kakarott?" he asked.

The young Saiyan nodded.

Vegeta did not hesitate to bare his chest to him. This was an important event between them.

Kakarott kissed the prince's chest before he bit into the taut flesh. Vegeta ran a hand lightly over the concubine's spiky mane. When he thought that his companion had imbibed enough, he gathered his hair in his fist and pulled him up to receive his kiss. The taste of their blood, intermingled, made Vegeta very aroused.

He arranged his consort before him, all loose limbed and ready to welcome him into the cradle of his hips.

Vegeta knelt over him on his hands and knees. He allowed his erection to graze Kakarott's own swollen member. Kakarott quickly inhaled and tensed. Persistently, Vegeta rubbed his hardness against him. Kakarott groaned. Vegeta dipped his head and sucked a tanned nipple into his mouth. Kakarott froze.

Vegeta chuckled and moved his lips to the other bud. A small cry emanated from the concubine. The prince felt a drop of pre cum spill on to his cock. He looked between their bodies. A wet trail glistened at the head of Kakarott's shaft.

Vegeta reached down and caught the pearly essence. He smeared it over his consort's entrance and lubricated him.

"You are ready for me, Kakarott," Vegeta huskily stated.

"Yes," Kakarott meekly agreed.

Vegeta grinned and settled between the younger Saiyan's legs. He guided his rod to Kakarott's shy portal and was within him immediately.

Kakarott flinched and grabbed his arms, bracing himself as the pain struck him. Slowly, it subsided.

He looked up at his prince. The trust in his child-like features overwhelmed Vegeta.

This was not the first time that they had joined. Vegeta had made use of him from the day that he was given to him. Four Saiyan days was ample time for the young male to get accustomed to the intimate act.

Vegeta scraped his fingernails along Kakarott's thigh.

He thrust into him, wanting to get as far inside of him as he could. This was the moment where he always felt overly sentimental about joining with his consort. He thought that the deeper he was inside of him, the closer that it would endear Kakarott to him. He would not feel the need to defy him. He would not wander off to war every time a battle had been declared. He would not become like Bardock, because he had not been raised for war.

But the Saiyan blood lust was bred within him. It could rear its head at any time.

Vegeta would have to put his foot down and forbid Kakarott from fighting.

"You will never go against me, Kakarott."

"N-No," he said, clinging to him.

"You live to serve me and only me," he withdrew and returned to his sheath.

"Yes…"

"You will listen to me and brook no argument."

Kakarott closed his eyes at this.

Vegeta was incensed. "Say it, Kakarott."

"I-I will listen to you."

"And brook no argument."

"Yes…" was all that he could manage.

Vegeta was not completely satisfied with his response, but he did not pursue the issue any further. Instead, he focused on taking his concubine, touching him, tasting him, making him cry out for more.

For Vegeta, the race to completion was excruciatingly pleasure filled. He did his best to make it good for Kakarott. From the looks of it, no extra effort on his part was necessary.

Kakarott was at the height of ecstasy.

Vegeta slipped his tongue pass his parted lips and flicked it against one of Kakarott's sharp, indiscernible fangs. They were not as noticeable as most Saiyan fangs were. They were another indication that Kakarott was indeed different. The prince enjoyed making such discoveries about him. For instance, how his tail would twitch and tighten around Vegeta's when he was nearing his release -as it was doing now.

Vegeta brought both of their tails over his left shoulder and groomed Kakarott's appendage. Kakarott shuddered as the prince's tongue touched his tail. This was even more intimate than their joining. It displayed insurmountable affection

Vegeta rocked within him sending him to newer heights. He stiffened and cried out as his body succumbed to the tension within him. He erupted instantaneously. His seed spurted on to his belly.

Vegeta plunged through his clasping sheath increasing his momentum.

He clenched his teeth as he felt the quickening of his organs. The moment was near. He would join Kakarott in the realm of bliss.

He let out a cry of defeat and drove deeply into him. His climax came with a force that left him ragged and weary.

Kakarott looked innocently up at him. Vegeta couldn't bare it. He drew a portion of the bed covering over the young Saiyan and cleaned him. He then tossed the soiled material on to the floor and rested his head upon his pillow.

Kakarott stared at him curiously.

Vegeta pulled him against him and gruffly asked, "What is it, Kakarott?"

The concubine reddened and then smiled.

"Well, Kakarott?"

"Could we get something to eat? I'm starving."

Yes, Vegeta supposed that they could. After all, it was his fault for waking him.

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Another short fic made in one day. As usual, I do not think that I am very good with this anime pairing. I will have to continue writing about them though until I feel that I have gotten them just right. ^_^