Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 3 ( Chapter 3 )

The Saiyan Companion 3 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.

Author's Note: You asked for Yaoi, you've got Yaoi! ^_^

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Vegeta smirked as he saw the slumbering Kakarrot. His day in the kitchens had obviously depleted him. The prince was quite pleased.

He went to his bath and lingered in the warm water, letting the aches in his muscles melt away.

His mind wandered to the treaty. He feared that his father had left him a tainted legacy. How could he possibly trust such a flimsy agreement? King Cold had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Vegeta suspected that the foreigner had ulterior motives.

Already, King Cold had sent a missive. He was sending a representative to recruit warriors for future missions. Vegeta would be there with the king to meet him. He would not let his father be duped by some sly tongued foreigner. He held too much at stake.

He longed for the warmth of Kakarott.

He left the bath and dried himself off, padded silently to his bed. He climbed into it and studied his concubine.

Kakarott looked very vulnerable lying there with his arms at his sides. His face was nestled into the pillow -Vegeta's pillow, not his own.

How can he sleep like that? Vegeta wondered. He gently pushed his lover until he was lying on his back.

Vegeta growled as he looked upon his companion's young face. His cock instantly hardened. It appeared that Kakarott would get no sleep this night, not until Vegeta had what he wanted.

The prince smelled the younger Saiyan's clean scent. Not many Saiyans liked to bathe. Fortunately for Vegeta, Kakarott did. Vegeta had heard horror stories from his father about Bardock -who enjoyed a good fuck right after he trained.

It was normal for the king to talk about his private affairs with his son. How else would he learn?

Vegeta did not think that he would ever reveal what went on between him and Kakarott to his father. He did not want to share Kakarott with anyone.

He was wearing just a tunic, the hem reached at mid thigh. Vegeta touched his bare legs and growled again.

"Kakarott…" Vegeta whispered and kissed his inner thigh.

He lightly scratched the soft skin there with his nails. Kakarott was ticklish. Maybe it would waken him…No, he still slept, his defenseless Ka.

Vegeta moved further along his body until his face hovered just inches above Kakarott's cock. He ran his palms up and under Kakarott's tunic, pushing the material off his stomach. With the stretch of warm lean flesh beneath his hands, he took his lover's flaccid member into his mouth and suckled on him.

To his vexation, his actions did not arouse the Saiyan. He released his length and looked at him. Kakarott continued to snore softly. Vegeta smirked and kissed his belly.

Kakarott's tail came up and brushed against Vegeta's cheek. The prince playfully gripped the tail between his teeth. He released it and nipped at the skin on his concubine's hip.

Kakarott sighed in his sleep and turned over on his side. His tunic rode up higher, baring his entire torso.

Vegeta made a sound of impatience and sat down beside him. He crossed his arms and peered irritably down at his concubine.

It was then that he spotted the bruise on Kakarott's ribcage. His first impression was that Kakarott had fallen again, but the bruise looked too severe to have come from that. Suspicion filled him. Exactly what had the young Saiyan done to attain such an injury?

"Kakarott!" He nudged him with his foot. When he did not awaken, the prince leaned down and yelled into his ear, "Kakarott, wake up this instant!"

His companion stirred. He sleepily looked at Vegeta, wrapped his arms around the Saiyan prince's waist, and placed his head in his lap. "Vegeta…" he sighed and promptly went back to sleep.

Vegeta growled in frustration. Kakarott's nose was pressing into his erection. As nice as it felt, Vegeta still wanted to know about his lover's injury. He clenched a handful of Kakarott's spiky black hair and pulled his head out of his lap. "Kakarott, if you do not wake up I will have your meals reduced!"

His companion's eyes shot open. "Huh?"

"How did you get injured?" Vegeta asked him.

Kakarott sat up and rubbed his eyes. "I burned myself…in the kitchens."

"Why wasn't I told of this?"

"It wasn't important."

"And who decided that?"

Kakarott lowered his gaze and fidgeted with the hem of his tunic.

"Did you go to the infirmary?"

"No," Kakarott answered rather hastily.

"Why not?"

"I didn't want to," he said.

The young Saiyan had an acute fear for the infirmary. Vegeta knew this. He had been informed that the servants had had a hard time getting Kakarott to stay still while he was being inoculated.

Vaccinations were necessary for low level Saiyans. They had a higher risk of contracting air borne diseases. When Saiyan elites and lower level warriors returned from missions, they brought with them contaminants from other planets. With no other way of protecting themselves from such a menace, they had to rely on the primitive procedure.

King Cold possessed a much more valuable piece of technology called the regeneration tank. It had a miraculous effect on injured beings. It had the potential to make them stronger. Vegeta was interested in obtaining several of the tanks from the alien.

Of course then he would have to decide whether he wanted Kakarott to use the thing. Kakarott was not a warrior. He obtained injuries from being careless. He was clumsy. Did Vegeta really want to make him strong enough to do serious damage to himself? No. He would just have to be more careful -watch what he was doing.

"You will go to the infirmary, Kakarott."

"No, Vegeta! I don't want to!"

"Kakarott, your wound is raw. It could be infected."

"I'm fine, really!"

"You are going, and that is final!"

Kakarott looked as if he was going to cry. Vegeta pulled on a pair of pants, grabbed his arm and pulled him from the room.

"No, Vegeta!"

"Quiet!"

Kakarott gulped and slowed his steps, trying to stall him. Vegeta just dragged him along.

When they were before the doors of the infirmary, Kakarott's composure crumbled. He frantically shook his head and yelled, "BUT I DON'T WANT TO GO IN THERE VEGETA! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THERE! I ALREADY TOOK MY SHOTS!"

"You are not going to take any shots, Kakarott!" Vegeta yelled back in turn.

He made a small, frightened sound and allowed the prince to pull him into the room.

Kakarott took one look at all the strange devices and panicked.

Vegeta had to hold him down in order for his wound to be taken care of -a difficult struggle to the prince's astonishment.

Kakarott let out a terrified wail.

"Kakarott, this behavior of yours displeases me!"

The concubine instantly stopped his howling. Vegeta finished cleaning and bandaging his wound.

They returned to the prince's chambers in silence. Vegeta was clearly still upset with him.

"Vegeta?"

He ignored Kakarott and went straight to bed. He even pulled the bedcovers up to his waist, indicating that he was no longer interested in a night of pleasure.

He felt the bed dip as Kakarott slid closer to him. The young Saiyan wrapped an arm around his waist and cuddled up to him. He was on his pillow again, the spoiled thing.

Vegeta placed his hand on his. "Why do I keep you, Kakarott?" he muttered aloud.

It was a dangerous obsession, caring too much for one's concubine. Had he not learned from his father's mistake? It was too late anyway. He would sooner die than replace Kakarott. The realization made him clench his hand.

"Ka, are you awake?"

A light snore answered him.

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He was well awake by morning and waited patiently for his concubine to stir. He soon realized that Kakarott would need a little help in rising for the day. He brought Kakarott's tail to his mouth and viciously bit the furry limb. Kakarott yelped. His eyes shot open and focused on him.

Vegeta smirked. "You're up," he said.

"You bit me…" Kakarott muttered groggily.

Vegeta tore his tunic open and pulled him to the edge of the bed. He gripped Kakarott's thighs and parted them.

"Prince Vegeta?" Kakarott's mind was still hazy with sleep. He didn't understand what the prince was doing.

Vegeta suddenly entered him. Kakarott clenched the bedding. He wrapped his legs around the prince's waist.

Vegeta reached over and palmed Kakarott's nipples.

"Vegeta…" his eyes became heavy with desire.

"Yes, Kakarott. You will give me what I want now."

He rocked within him, steadily feeding him his fervent strokes. Kakarott's nipples were hot and pulsing beneath his hand. He could feel his heart beating fiercely in his chest, even more so down below.

A primal instinct came over him. He felt the urge to groom his lover.

Vegeta clenched a handful of Kakarott's spiky black hair. He wrenched back his concubine's head and nipped at his throat. He tasted all of him -his chin and cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his lips.

Kakarott's labored breathing filled the room. Judging by his erection, he was fully awake.

Vegeta licked the length of Kakarott's eyebrow. His tail wrapped around his lover's cock and stroked him. The young Saiyan moaned.

Kakarott was having a sensory overload. He could feel the prince's hard muscular thighs pressing into the back of his. He drew his hands over Vegeta's buttocks and pulled him closer, sought out the base of his tail. He caressed the thick stalk with two fingers disturbing the dark brown fur. The appendage trembled beneath his touch, adding more sensations to Kakarott's captured member.

Vegeta let loose a deep growl and caught Kakarott's earlobe between his teeth.

Kakarott scraped his teeth over Vegeta's neck.

"Do it," Vegeta encouraged him.

Kakarott licked his skin before he sank his teeth into him. Vegeta in turn found one of the bite marks on Kakarott's neck. Kakarott winced at the sharp pain.

Vegeta moved his hands beneath Kakarott. He cupped his buttocks and lifted him towards his cock. Kakarott dug his heels into the bed and aided the prince, sliding his hips up and down.

Vegeta lapped at the blood that seeped from Kakarott's wound. Kakarott wrapped his tail around Vegeta's leg.

Vegeta grunted as he plowed through his concubine's depths.

Each time they joined, the sensations grew stronger. He often feared that he would kill Kakarott in the heat of the moment. His passion for the young Saiyan was that great.

He stabbed into his tight sheath, hungry for release. Kakarott arched his back and scratched Vegeta's flesh, leaving long red welts on his rear. Vegeta groaned and latched on to Kakarott's hardened nipple. Kakarott trembled and bucked between his ardent thrusts and soft caresses. A drop of his milky essence spilled from his cock and anointed Vegeta's fur. The scent of his secretion filled Vegeta with lust. The constant crash of their hips meeting each other was not enough. It would never be enough as far as Vegeta was concerned. He had become addicted to his companion, and he wanted to remain inside of him forever.

His weak little Kakarott, so different, so vulnerable. Vegeta felt his heart ache just from looking at him. The innocence was there in his eyes. He was giving himself to him -panting and writhing beneath him, but he still had that inner innocence that no other Saiyan could ever have. Vegeta believed that it was because he had not experienced the thrill of battle. He was untouched in that area, virginal, and Vegeta would have him no other way.

Vegeta's thrusts shook Kakarott. They were rough and fast, giving the concubine no time to prepare for the next startling plunge.

One of Kakarott's legs slipped off the bed. Vegeta grabbed it, placed it over his shoulder, and bore down on him.

Kakarott cried out as his shaft went deeper.

"Ka…" Vegeta said below his breath, his brow furrowed in concentration as he took him.

"Vegeta!"

The prince threw his head back and expelled a long sigh as he came within him. Kakarott's tail clutched him, cutting off the circulation to his leg. Vegeta's own furry appendage tightened as well, causing Kakarott's member to erupt its sweet nectar on to his belly.

Vegeta released his leg and collapsed on top of him, pressing Kakarott's wetness into their skin.

"My prince…" Kakarott whispered. His voice was thick with emotion.

Vegeta growled low into his ear. The animal like purr soothed his lover. A few moments later, he finally pulled away from him and went to his bath. When he was dressed, he smiled at the dozing Kakarott. His companion was still sprawled on the bed, his legs hanging over the edge. Vegeta had thoroughly exhausted the young concubine.

The Saiyan prince leaned over him and kissed him, dipped his tongue into his mouth, then pulled away when he tried to hold him. Kakarott made a sound of protest as he evaded his arms.

"I have to leave you now, Kakarott. I have duties to attend to," he told him.

Kakarott looked at him sadly.

"We will continue this Ka, have no doubt. In the meantime, sleep. I want you well rested for my return."

Kakarott's eyes widened in surprise. Vegeta laughed at his shocked expression and left. Poor Kakarott was in for a restless night.

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I actually wrote more to this, but I decided to save it for the next chapter. ^_^