Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Companion ❯ The Saiyan Companion 4 ( Chapter 4 )

The Saiyan Companion 4 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 violence, rape, alcohol use, and Yaoi.

Author's Note: I made some OC's for this one. Their names, like the old Saiyan Gallaur, came from either the names of vegetables or fruit. ^_^

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Kakarott did not rest. He rose from the wrinkled bed sheets and took a bath. He was a bit sore from the prince's lusty assault, but the slight pain didn't bother him. The fact that Vegeta had left him when he had wanted him to stay was what troubled him. His duties to their people came before Kakarott's needs. Kakarott knew that he shouldn't be upset. He was the prince's concubine, nothing more. He had no right to be upset, but the anger was there and it disturbed Kakarott.

It had appeared before when Vegeta had ordered him to leave his training room. He had been so frustrated with him that he had almost revealed to him his secret. He knew that he couldn't hide his abilities forever. Gallaur said that as his powers climbed so would his confidence. It would be hard to avoid his knowledge then.

"There is nothing more satisfying for a Saiyan than to show off his prowess. It comes only second to the thrill of battle," the old saiyan had told him.

Kakarott didn't want to showoff his powers. He just wanted to be whole. He wanted to be a Saiyan warrior.

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Vegeta didn't say that he had to go to the kitchens today, but he found himself there anyway. The servants fawned over him and fed him quite well. They asked him about his burn and he lifted his tunic and showed it to them, unashamed of his nakedness.

Everyone sweat dropped and tried to avert their eyes. This was the prince's concubine. The penalty for looking at him in such a way was death. Kakarott finally pulled down his tunic to everyone's relief. A loud raucous laugh from the eating hall outside of the kitchen had drawn his attention.

Kakarott went into the hall and saw a group of Saiyans gathered around a table. The three warriors were the only Saiyans there. They were wearing armor and had scars on their faces and arms and legs. Kakarott's interest in the clearly seasoned warriors peaked.

He had never had the opportunity to be around other warriors other than Vegeta and Gallaur. He had never even met his father. Gallaur had told him that Bardock was the strongest warrior in the Saiyan army. Kakarott wondered if these particular warriors knew of the great Bardock.

He approached the warriors, smiled when they turned his way.

"Well, what have we here?" The tallest of the three, a darkly tanned male with a scar over his left eye and reddish brown hair studied Kakarott from head to toe.

"A concubine!" Another male with shoulder length black hair and a scar spanning the length of his arm gestured at Kakarott's tunic.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Kakarott."

"Well, Kakarott," the one with the scar over his eye patted the seat. "Why don't you sit next to Nache?"

Kakarott happily complied. He was finally going to have the chance to talk with warriors. He was so excited.

"This is Taglen," Nache pointed at the Saiyan with the scarred arm, "and that's Nomel."

The third male, who had short, brown hair and a thick scar on his neck, grinned at him.

"Hi!"

The three of them laughed at his cheerful greeting. Kakarott chuckled uneasily. He didn't see what was so funny.

Nache pushed his drink over to him. "I like you, kid. Here, drink up."

Kakarott looked at the frothy drink. The brew had been made from a root that was fermented in water. It was highly potent. Kakarott had seen Vegeta drinking it the very first night that they had joined. Vegeta had not let Kakarott taste the buima, but here it was before him and he was tempted t try it, just once.

"You're not afraid, are you?" Nache asked him, leaning in to have a better look at him.

"No," Kakarott replied and held the mug.

"You'll like it," Taglen said and took a gulp from his own.

"Yeah," Nomel snickered and drank the remainder of his. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and belched.

Kakarott brought the mug up to his lips and halted when he felt something touch his knee. Nache's tail was brushing against him. Kakarott noticed that the tip had been severed.

"What happened to your tail?" he asked.

"I lost piece of it in battle."

Kakarott winced. "It must have hurt."

"Humph," Nache shrugged, "don't remember."

"He was too busy fighting," Nomel sneered.

"Wow, you must be really strong!"

"I'm no elite, but I do all right," Nache boasted. He glanced at the mug. "Are you going to drink that or not?"

Kakarott tentatively sipped at the brew and coughed when it burned his throat. Taglan and Nomel laughed. Nache slapped Kakarott on the back to stop him from choking. The buima had brought tears to Kakarott's eyes.

"How was it?" Nache asked when Kakarott had stopped coughing.

"Good," he lied. No wonder Vegeta didn't want him to drink buima. It tasted terrible! Nache grabbed the mug from him and took a deep drink. Kakarott was embarrassed that he had only managed to swallow a few drops. To save face, he attempted to drink the brew again. Nache held the mug for him -to his dismay. He thought that the warrior was treating him like a child. He could hold the mug, and he did, covering Nache's hand with his own. His action surprised the tall, burly Saiyan. Kakarott tilted his head back as he downed the brew. The Saiyan warriors watched a thin stream of the liquid trickle from the corner of the concubine's mouth and down his neck.

Taglen and Nomel exchanged shocked looks. The concubine's method of drinking buima was very erotic.

Kakarott finished drinking and gripped the edge of the table. His chest felt as if it was on fire. He released the drained mug and stared at Taglen and Nomel. "What, did I do it wrong? I could try again."

Nache quickly refilled the mug with the pitcher that was on the table.

"Nache? Do you know someone in the Saiyan army named Bardock?" Kakarott asked when he handed him the mug.

"Bardock?" Nache ran a calloused thumb down the concubine's nape. He found the fresh row of teeth marks that Vegeta had made and pressed the tender flesh. "Our paths never crossed. It's a good thing. I hear that he's crazy."

"You mean you're afraid of him?"

Nache sweat dropped. "I didn't say that. I said that he's crazy."

"We never actually met him," Taglen said, "but we've heard things about him."

"What kind of things?" Kakarott asked.

"He's weird," Nomel said. "He sees things -visions he calls them. No Saiyan with any sense will join his battalion. He's lucky he has a battalion at all."

The information unsettled Kakarott. His father was crazy, how depressing. The news made him slump in his seat.

"Drink, it'll make you feel better," Nache told him.

Kakarott laughed. How could something that tasted so bad make you feel better? But he soon found himself reaching for it, and disposing it quickly down his throat.

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Nache grinned as the concubine began to sway. It had taken seven mugs of buima to get him this drunk.

"Give him some more," Taglen prodded. "He can take it."

Nache put an arm around Kakarott and pulled him closer to him. "Do you want more, Kakarott?" he whispered into his ear.

"S'more," he slurred and leaned his head upon Nache's shoulder.

Taglen and Nomel laughed. Nache growled and moved his tail along Kakarott's thigh. It disappeared beneath Kakarott's tunic. The concubine chuckled and said, "That tickles!"

Taglen and Nomel leaned over the table to have a look. Nache muttered a curse and told his friends, "I don't think he needs another drink."

"Then I want him first!" Taglen said.

"I'm the one who got him drunk!" Nache argued.

"I'm drunk," Kakarott announced and giggled because the words sounded so funny to him. "I'm…I'm not…supposed to have this." He swept his hand over the table and ended up knocking down the pitcher and mug. He looked at the spilled liquid and paled. "G-Geta's going to kill me."

"You're safe here with us," Nache told him.

"Really? Y-You'd protect me?" his voice had become very childlike and frightened.

Nache had seen stronger Saiyan's revert to such a state when they were under the influence of buima. It was a pathetic sight.

"Sure, I'll protect you, Kakarott, but you have to give us something first as payment."

"I don't have any money," Kakarott said.

"That's all right. We don't want money."

"You don't?"

"No. We want you."

Kakarott thought about this for a few seconds then inquired, "For what?"

"Is he serious?" Nomel asked.

"We'll show you." Nache stood up and lifted Kakarott on to the table. The concubine was startled by his actions, and began to climb down. Nache stopped him and said, "Relax. You look a little tired."

Taglen came around to Nache's side and told Kakarott that he should lie down. Kakarott did as he suggested. The room started spinning so he closed his eyes. He could hear the Saiyan warriors talking over him. He could feel the heat of their bodies moving around him. He felt something brush the inside of his thighs and opened his eyes. Nache's tail and Taglen's hands were touching him.

"What are you…doing?" he asked.

They ignored him. Nomel held the inebriated Saiyan down and grinned. "Hurry up. I want a turn too."

Nache laughed at his friend's impatience. "He's not going anywhere, so shut up."

Taglen drew up the concubine's tunic and roughly fondled him.

"Geta…" he groaned.

The Saiyan warriors laughed. Nache widened Kakarott's legs and positioned himself between them.

"No…" Kakarott protested weakly and tried to sit up.

Nomel clenched a fistful of Kakarott's hair and kept him down.

"You're…you're not Geta."

"Who is this Geta guy he keeps talking about?" Nomel asked.

"Who cares?" Nache fumbled with his black Saiyan body suit. He managed to free his erection. The thing was already oozing with precum. "I haven't had anyone to fuck in months, and no Geta is going to stop me."

"You've got that right." Taglen gripped Kakarott's jaw in his hand and leaned down to kiss him. The concubine's fingers closed around Taglen's wrist and tightened. Taglen stopped short of Kakarott's lips and clenched his teeth in pain.

"You're not Vegeta," he said and gave Taglen's wrist a sharp wrench.

"AAAAHHH!" Taglen screamed and fell to the floor, clutching his broken arm.

"What the-!" Nomel saw what had happened to his friend and raised his fist to smash it into the concubine's face. Kakarott caught his fist and crushed the bones in his hand. Nomel cried out and aimed his other fist at him, but Kakarott smashed his own fist into Nomel's stomach. The Saiyan warrior crumpled to the floor in pain.

Nache doubled his fists and raised it over his head to damage the smaller Saiyan's chest. The concubine raised his hand and sent a ball of energy at the large warrior. The bright yellow blast threw Nache across the room and slammed him into the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Kakarott slowly sat up and got down from the table. He rubbed the back of his head as he surveyed the mess he had made of the eating hall. The place looked as if it had been on fire.

"Oh, oh," he said and staggered drunkenly over to Taglen and Nomel. "It was…nice to meet you," he told them. "I have to go now…I have to be somewhere. I," he hit his chest, "have training to do."

He stumbled over Taglen who groaned in pain. "Sorry," he apologized and made his way out of the hall heading with determination towards the prince's training room.

*****

Vegeta leaned against the wall and caught his breath. He had just completed his training for the day. He was soaked with sweat, but even his perspiration could not hide the scent of his concubine. Kakarott's smell was a part of him now. The bites, the exchange of blood, the constant bouts of sex had melded their scents. Ka's aroma would stay with him forever or at least until Vegeta tired of him, but Vegeta could not see himself without his companion.

He remembered how sad Kakarott had looked when he had left him that morning. It was hard for Vegeta to believe that he was the same concubine that had been so reluctant to come to his bed. In the end, his curiosity had lured him to him. Vegeta had been drinking buima. Kakarott had wanted to know what it was and had asked him if he could taste the drink.

"No. It is much too strong. It is not for you."

"If I were stronger, would you let me drink it?"

"You won't get stronger, Kakarott. I forbid you, and I forbid you to drink this."

Kakarott had been disappointed that his prince had already placed restrictions upon him, but Vegeta hadn't cared. "Obey me and we shall get along just fine."

That night had been extraordinary. Kakarott had cowered beneath him for a mere second before his instincts to please Vegeta had surfaced. Vegeta had known then that they had been made for each other.

Vegeta smirked. I hope you're well rested, Kakarott.

The door to the training room slid open as he stepped over the floor sensors. His foot connected with something on the floor. He looked down and gasped. Kakarott was lying in front of the door.

"Kakarott? What are you doing here?"

The concubine opened up one eye and grinned foolishly at him. "Hi …prince."

Vegeta smelled the scent of buima wafting from his breath. "Kakarott, what have you been doing?"

His companion stretched out and said, "Nothing."

"You stink of buima!"

"I can't get up," he whined, completely ignoring Vegeta's disapproving scowl.

Vegeta growled in anger and crossed his arms. "I should leave you here!"

"Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy," Kakarott muttered. "I know what will make you happy…" he started pulling off his tunic.

"Damn it, Kakarott!" Vegeta stopped him and lifted him over his shoulder.

"You're such a good prince…" Kakarott said.

Vegeta mumbled something under his breath and carried his squirming load down the hall. He was having a hard time with him. Kakarott had grabbed his tail and was nipping at it playfully.

The prince tried to remain expressionless as he passed Saiyans making their rounds. It was quite an embarrassment for the prince of all Saiyans to be seen carrying his drunken concubine. It was even more humiliating because everyone he passed had to bow to him and Kakarott found this extremely hilarious.

They were almost to his chambers when Kakarott released Vegeta's tail and expelled a loud sigh. "Vegeeeeetaaaaa?"

"What is it Kakarott?"

"I want to stop, right here."

"Why?"

"I want to do things, like the others," Kakarott said.

"Is that why you did this to yourself? You wanted to fit in with the other Saiyans. When will you realize Kakarott that you are not like the others? You are mine and you cannot be anything else than what you are!"

Kakarott's tail lightly swatted Vegeta in the face.

"Vegeta…" Kakarott growled and then laughed hysterically. "I want to do things now," he said and caressed the prince's back. "I want to do things with you."

If Kakarott had not been, drunk, he would have taken him somewhere where they could be alone, and he would have given him what he wanted. But no, he was too upset with the young Saiyan. What had possessed him to drink buima, and more importantly, who had been drinking it with him?

The thought of Kakarott with other Saiyan warriors made his blood boil.

When they reached his chambers, Vegeta tossed Kakarott on to the bed and glared down at him. Kakarott chuckled as he bounced.

"Get undressed, you're taking a bath," Vegeta informed him.

"I don't want a bath," he grumbled.

"You're going to get one anyway! Of all the stupid things you could have done…" Vegeta reached down to roughly pull the tunic from his body. Kakarott grabbed his forearm and pulled him down on top of him. Vegeta soon found himself on his back with Kakarott above him. He was pinned him down, and to his surprise, he could not dislodge the concubine.

"I have you right where I want you," Kakarott said quite seriously. He lowered his head to kiss Vegeta's mouth, but ended up kissing his chin. "Playing hard to get, huh? I know what will bring you around…"

He moved down to Vegeta's hips and peeled down Vegeta's pants.

"Kakarott."

Kakarott kissed the tip of Vegeta's limp cock. The prince gasped. His cock began to swell. Kakarott smiled and rubbed his cheek against the shaft and growled. The vibration made him harden a little more. Vegeta sweat dropped. His concubine was exhibiting some unusual behavior.

"My prince…" His hands ran lazily up Vegeta's sides. "My Vegeta…I am going to be the best concubine you've ever had," he drunkenly declared.

"Kakarott, you are the only concubine that I have ever had," Vegeta corrected him.

He looked up at him, blinked and smiled. His eyelids drooped as he tried to turn his attention back to Vegeta's erection. He licked his lips, leaned forward to take it into his mouth. A second later, he collapsed over Vegeta, his face pressed against the prince's member. Kakarott had fallen asleep.

Vegeta sat up and leaned on his elbows. It seemed that he would have to punish the concubine for his disobedience. He knew just what kind of discipline that his young lover needed.

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Yeah punish him *salivate* O_O. I actually have to wipe my mouth because I know exactly what Vegeta is going to do to poor Ka. Muahahahaha! By the way, I got the word buima from jumbling the words of maubi, which is an actual fermented drink where I'm from. Buima does sound a little like Bulma though… ^_^'