Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Velut Luna ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Space station Lassangia, six years in the past

~~~Turles was lounging on the couch of his room, waiting for his client's representative to show up. He'd done a bit of bounty hunting, and the head of his unfortunate target was currently sitting in a cooler by his feet. The only thing to do now was wait for the rep to come by and confirm his identity.

A knock came at the door, and he got up to answer it. 'Odd that he wouldn't just use the buzzer,' he thought.

He opened the door to see a young saiyajin, too small to even reach the buzzer, standing in the doorway. He was frowning disappointedly over something. "You're not my Papa," the kid said. "You don't even look like me."

Turles was taken completely off-guard. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The alien-man said you were my Papa an' that you looked like me, but you don't," said the little cub. A loud gurgling, growling noise came from the small body. "An' I'm hungry."

Turles leaned out of the doorway, looking for whoever was supposed to be taking care of the little runt right now. "Look kid, are you lost or something? I don't have time to help you find your old man I'm-"

"I'm not lost! And I don't need you to find my Papa 'cause he's on another planet. I think," the kid looked like he really had no idea where his father was.

"Then who are you here with?"

"Nobody," he said simply.

'Ah, a pod cub,' he thought. For the last generation, more and more baby Saiyajin were being sent off into the far reaches of space to lay waste to distant planets. It was a very lucrative system, bringing in money and power to the Saiyajin Empire. However, the system had more than its share of faults. A lot of those children met a variety of unpleasant fates before they could even walk. Even if they came back intact, their parents wouldn't have a thing to do with them afterwards. They grew to be unsociable, excessively cruel, and exhibited a host of other mental problems.

'What harm could there be in letting the runt spend a little time with another one of his kind?' Sighing to himself, he stepped aside and let the kid in.

"What's your name kid?"

"I'm Kakarotto," the kid replied brightly.

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On the way, it started to rain.

On Vegetasei, there was no such thing as a light sprinkling of rain; it just poured. Kakarotto was drenched within seconds. Water dripped from his bangs, and he had to constantly wipe the water away from his eyes to see. It was a cold and miserable walk.

It was worse, he decided, not having a choice, now that he had to whore himself out. He could have just said `yes' and never known there was trouble. He could have just thought Radditz moved or wasn't ever on-planet or something. He wouldn't ever have had to know. His father would have called him weak or foolish for allowing it to come to this or wishing he didn't have to know, and he partially agreed. Another part of him was glad that he had some sort of chance for survival. Maybe he would get the chance to find out who those guards were and get them back someday. If Turles didn't decide to turn him in after he was finished with him, that was.

He flew up to the door and landed in the hallway, shaking himself to dry off. He walked down the hall quietly as he could; now was not the time to get caught by any guards. He strode up to apartment number 227 and knocked quietly. He waited and suddenly had a case of terrible doubt. What if Turles didn't want anything to do with him anymore? What if he really used him and then just turned him in afterwards? What if he still got caught, and he whored himself out for nothing? A hundred negative scenarios raced through Kakarotto's head. He was just beginning to consider running and finding a new place to hide when he heard a curt "I'm coming, I'm coming," and the door opened to reveal Turles.

Who was wearing a towel around his waist and nothing else. His hair and his skin were both wet. Evidently, he had shown up just as Turles was showering. What timing.

For a moment, Kakarotto wished he really had run. "Kakarotto." Turles was looking at him like he was some kind of nasty insect. "Who sent you here?" he said icily.

Kakarotto realized that he should have thought this out a bit more before actually doing it. He had no idea what to say to Turles, or even what exactly he was supposed to do with him if he still wanted anything to do with him. He knew that Turles wanted sex, of course, but he didn't know much about how that was supposed to go. He had never needed or cared to know before

"W-well, I, uh, nobody sent me. I-that is, your offer…" Kakarotto gulped and then looked away, painfully embarrassed.

"I-I was wondering if it was still-I mean," he took a breath and finished in a rush, "I changed my mind, and I accept."

Turles said nothing. For a terrifying moment, Kakarotto thought that his doubts were true, and everything was about to come crashing down on him in the worst way. Then he felt a hand grip his chin, and his eyes were lifted to meet Turles'.

"Do you mean that? You know full well that you won't be able to change your mind again after we get started. Right?"

Kakarotto shivered, despite himself. "Y-yeah."

"Even if you beg and plead, I won't let you go."

"Y-yeah."

"You're sure? You don't look it, Kakarotto. You look like you're too scared."

`Well, Papa always said, your actions speak louder than what you say,' he thought. `I should do something to show that I'm willing.' He slowly leaned forward, wound his arms around Turles neck, and kissed his shoulder softly. "Look, I-I," he sighed and buried his face in Turles' shoulder, mentally cursed himself for being unable to steady his voice.

He felt hands winding around his waist and struggled to remain still until Turles made his decision. Kakarotto tensed slightly when he heard a light snuffling noise and realized he was actually sniffing him. Would he sense his desperation and turn him away?

He appeared to make some kind of decision and led Kakarotto into his apartment, leaving him by the bathroom door. Kakarotto looked around and realized how much larger Turles' apartment really was. He was standing in the hallway, and as far as he could tell, there were three rooms as opposed to his one, a bedroom at the end of the hall, what he assumed was the kitchen, and a bath. The walls and ceiling were a light creamy color, and the carpet was white. It was probably just like all the others in the building; Turles didn't seem like the decorating type. Thankfully, it didn't smell like mildew. His food storage unit probably had actual food, too. 'The luxuries of being a second-class solider instead of a third-class,' he thought. 'At least I won't go hungry for the next five days.'

A towel landed on his head. "Dry yourself off; I don't want you dripping all over the place." Bewildered, he scrubbed his hair and looked for Turles to see what came next.

His heart stopped. Turles had abandoned his towel and was sitting on the bed across from him, elbows propped up on his lap and completely naked. His tail was unwrapped and on the bed, swishing back and forth across the fabric. He was already fully aroused. Kakarotto gulped and had the sudden urge to run or beg for mercy or something to get him out of the trouble he was in. At first, he didn't want to seem weak, needing Turles' help, or have him think he was some kind of whore. Now he knew better. He was going to be fucked and be used in ways he couldn't begin to imagine, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was truly trapped.

"Kakarotto," he said, concerned, then smiled, showing his teeth the way he did in the restaurant what seemed like ages ago. "You'll make yourself sick if you stay in those soaked clothes. Take them off."

Slowly, Kakarotto sat and began to pull his boots off, followed by his arm bracers, armor, and finally his body suit. Afterwards, he just looked at Turles, waiting to see what came next. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. Soon, Kakarotto realized that he was expected to do something, make the first move in some way, but he had no idea what to do or how. Hesitantly, he asked, "So, uh, now what?"

A low, short laugh. "You don't know?" Kakarotto shook his head. Turles blinked. "You've never done anything like this before?" Kakarotto shook his head again. "Not even during your first heat?"

"I don't think I've had that yet."

Turles cocked an eyebrow. "You're sure about that?" Kakarotto hesitantly nodded in reply.

'But that's impossible. He's old enough that he should have gone through heat at least three years ago. I'm absolutely positive that he's not lying, though. I've never heard of anyone not remembering their heat like with Oozaru, either. To be this mature in body and not have gone into heat would mean-'

'-It would mean I'm a very lucky man.'

"Well, then, I'll just have to teach you how things go, won't I?" He motioned for Kakarotto to come towards him, and when he came close enough, he took him by the hand. "There's nothing to fear," he said, and pulled him onto his lap. He grinned at Kakarotto's startled yelp as their flesh came into contact.

"You're going to have to relax. There's no need to worry," he said. He leaned forward until their lips were almost touching. Kakarotto shivered, feeling Turles breath as he spoke. "I'll go nice and slow for you. I want your first time to be nice, after all. A wonderful body like yours," his hands roamed from his waist, downward past his tail to grip his ass, "deserves nothing but the most skillful treatment."

The hand roamed back upward to rub the spot just below his tail in little circles. The other roamed further down to caress his thigh. "Isn't that right?" asked Turles before leaning in to kiss him. It was a just a little kiss, but it somehow struck something in Kakarotto. It felt like a reassuring gesture. He relaxed slightly and moved towards his touch slightly.

Now Turles was leaving a trail of kisses from his chin to his throat and down to his collar bone, licking and nipping as he went along. It made him gasp; it felt so good. He'd never thought of his neck as a place that would get any attention during sex before, had never even dreamed it would be like this at all.

The hand that had been massaging below his tail moved up to the base of his tail, and it was like heaven. It sent Kakarotto into a frenzy, bucking into Turles body, yelping and moaning. It was amazing. He'd never thought anything could be like this in his wildest dreams. He didn't care what happened, so long as he kept touching him like that. Turles was using his thumb to gently rub the underside of his tail, right at the part where it connected to his body. His other hand was stroking his tail, from the base to the very tip. It was pure ecstasy.

He felt something building, rising up in him like heat, and a tight feeling in his balls. He felt something, something soft and furry and warm touching him, stroking him until-

He threw his head back and screamed, and his whole body trembled from the power of the pleasure; the immensely, unbelievably, good sensations coursed through him from head to toe.

He was flipped over so that he lay on the bed with Turles on top of him. He started licking the stuff from his climax-he remembered hearing Radditz call it "come" before-off of his stomach. It felt good, kind of ticklish. It gave him time to recover, too. He felt tired but otherwise really good.

'Will he make me lick his stuff up, too? Do people do that to each other when they're done? I don't know. If he does, I hope it doesn't taste nasty or anything.' He shivered as Turles tongue swirled around in his belly button. 'He seems to enjoy doing it though, so maybe-'

'-Wait.' He stared at the ceiling, confused. 'Was that it? I thought during sex that the top put his thing inside of the bottom, and it hurt him really bad. That's what Radditz always told me. I don't get it. Did I mess something up?' He shuddered and moaned as Turles tongue reached the head of his cock and swirled around it. It felt really good. It was almost as good as the thing he had done before with his tail.

Turles' face appeared above him, licking little pearly droplets of come from the tip of his black tail. It was a hypnotizing sight. Turles cleaned his tail methodically, never taking his eyes off of Kakarotto as he did so.

Kakarotto eventually realized that he hadn't done much of anything but lay there so far. Shouldn't he do something? Say something? He probably should. Kakarotto slowly leaned upward and kissed him. Hesitantly, he licked Turles lips; he'd seen other people lick at each other like that, and they seemed to like it. Maybe Turles would like it, too.

He did. He opened his mouth and captured Kakarotto's tongue, sucking on it and moaning excitedly. He broke the kiss and pushed Kakarotto backwards to make him lie down. He kissed him again, this time he was aggressive and deep. It felt like he was trying to eat him. Turles broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck, just below the ear. He was toying with his nipples as well, fondling and tweaking them before lowering his head to suck on them, one after the other. It made him writhe and whimper underneath him at the sensations. The nipple trick wasn't quite up to the one with the tail, but it made him feel shivery, and it was so arousing.

Apparently, Turles noticed that as well. He went further downwards until his mouth was right at the tip of his arousal. He swirled his tongue again, and then began to suck, moving his head tortuously slow up and down. His hands held onto Kakarotto' hips tightly, preventing him from moving. Kakarotto's hands gripped Turles' hair tightly, and he was probably hurting it, but he didn't care; it felt so good, so very intimate, and it didn't hurt at all-

He looked down to see Turles pause and run his tongue down the length of his sex and back up again, his eyes locked onto Kakarotto's before returning to his ministrations. He saw that Turles' sleek black tail had reached between his legs to stroke himself, keeping time with the bobbing of his head. He moaned, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. The sight of him... It was almost more than he could stand.

He began to feel that hot sensation again, building up in his groin and spreading until he came again, screaming incoherently.

Kakarotto did something he couldn't remember doing since he was a little cub, he purred. It had been wonderful to just let go, to forget and at least pretend that everything was all right if only for a while. There was no use in worrying when there was nothing he could do, right? It was all right to pretend everything was okay, that Radditz was on some mission somewhere, and he would be back soon, right?

Right?

"Enjoying yourself?" he whispered into his ear.

"Mm, sleepy," Kakarotto replied, his eyelids growing heavy, and he was weary from exertion and stress. He felt so tired, and he felt so good and comfortable-

Kakarotto quietly slipped into slumber, his body curled next to Turles', and his tail wound comfortably amongst the sheets

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Turles sat and watched Kakarotto as he slept. He had looked exhausted when he showed up on his doorstep, and had been sleeping for three hours now. It was actually to his credit that he had been able to go twice before passing out like he did. Sex took a lot out. Kakarotto murmured and growled softly in his sleep, his tail twitched and flipped as his he dreamt. Turles reached out a hand and stroked the tip of his tail with the tip of his finger, and listened to Kakarotto whimper even at that simple touch.

He was unbelievably beautiful, but his best feature was undeniably his tail. It was long, with soft, thick, brown fur and whenever he touched it, Kakarotto would moan and writhe so erotically. It was impossible to not see him like that and not want him. He couldn't wait to take him. He wanted to do it when he had first had Kakarotto on his lap, moaning and practically begging for more.

But it wouldn't do to just throw down and fuck someone like Kakarotto. He was too green and impressionable. Some men you could do that to them, and some you couldn't. Kakarotto was one of the latter; he would have to be prepared, eased into it, or he would be hurt. He didn't want that. It would be unnecessary, and Kakarotto wouldn't want anything to do with him afterwards. He wanted it to be perfect for him. He wanted to make it so Kakarotto wouldn't be satisfied with anyone else but him. He wanted Kakarotto to think 'so-and-so doesn't do it as good as Turles, did; no one else can taste me, touch me, or take me like he did.'

Besides, he had five days to get to that, and there was so much more that he could show him until then. He had meant it when he said someone like Kakarotto needed to be treated with the greatest skill.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked towards the scouter he had left in the kitchen. He had some vacation time coming, and now was the perfect time to use it.

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Kakarotto rubbed the sleep from the corners of his eyes and looked around. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was and why, until it all came to him in a rush.

'Radditz, I'm so sorry,' he thought, gripping the bed sheets and resisted the urge to cry, if Turles saw him crying-

'Why did they do this to you? Is it because you 'knew something' like that man said? What could you have done that was that bad? It's not right,' he let the air out of his chest in one long shuddering sigh.

He could remember him, lounging around the apartment he shared with his father, his unbelievable hair draped all across his body. 'He used to get so mad when I messed with his hair. He'd say I was always pulling on it, and called me a little brat, and then he'd thwack me with his tail.'

'And now he's gone.'

'Papa wouldn't have run. He would have stayed to fight. Papa will be dead soon, too. I feel it. I'll be the only one left. Even if I'm wrong, he won't ever want to see me again. Not after this.'

'All I have left is-'

A crash came from the kitchen. So that was where Turles had gone. What had happened? What had made him mad enough to start throwing things? Kakarotto felt a lump of dread rise in his throat, and braced himself for the worst.

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When Turles reached the kitchen he saw a small red light blinking, indicating he had a message from one of his commanding officers. He grunted in frustration, 'Those bastards aren't going to ruin this for me. I'm not leaving to go on some damn job, no matter how shit I get into over it.'

He put the device to his ear, pressed the button and listened. A recording of the elite general Nappa's voice came on and spoke with curt authority, "By the order of King Vegeta, be on the lookout for the following outlaws, they are to be brought in dead or alive." His tone indicated that dead would be more convenient. He began to drone out the names of a group of fugitives suspected of treason to the crown that were still at large, a small pixilated picture appeared next to each outlaws' name along with their age and rank. "Toma, Paragas, Brolli, Caba, Calla, Bardock, Kakarotto-"

"Hn," The scouter shattered against the opposite wall, bits of the device scattered on the floor. The recorded voice of the general slurred and died. Wordlessly, he returned to his bed to see Kakarotto had awoken, and was watching him with curious eyes. He was lying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. The sheets were pulled back so that the muscles of his shoulders and back showed, along with the tip of his gorgeous tail.

He ambled over to the bed, and leaned over to kiss Kakarotto's shoulder.

"Did you miss me?" He asked as he crawled back into bed.

He could see uncertainty and anxiety in Kakarotto, who said in a slightly wavering voice: "Don't you wonder what made me change my mind?"

Turles leaned backward, and spoke in a quiet, amused voice, "Why should I care?"

Kakarotto's eyes widened at this, he looked as if a great weight had been lifted off of him. He even smiled a little, though he was still fearful. It didn't matter. Kakarotto was his.

Smiling, he wrapped his arm around Kakarotto's waist, pulling him close. "Now, give me a kiss," he commanded huskily.

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