Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Wrong ❯ Chapter 1

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Wrong

 

 

“What's eating you, Kakarrotto?” Radditz eyed his younger brother as he took another long swallow of brew.

 

“HA!” Nanku laughed. “More like who is not eating him!” He leaned to nudge the third saiya-jin who was glowering into his mug of ale. “Eh, Kakarrotto? Is that it?”

 

Nanku chuckled at his own cleverness and downed half of his own drink, blissfully unaware of the capabilities of the third-classed warrior he sat next to.

 

Kakarrotto, for his part, slammed his nearly empty mug onto the rough wooden table, its scant contents slopping into the air to splatter into the stains of the table's previous existence.

 

Nanku's grin widened. He had spent most of the evening trying to goad the youngest of them into some sort of reaction. Kakarrotto's cheery demeanor often pissed him off; planet-clearing warriors were not supposed to be so damned happy-go-lucky. He was delighted he'd finally gotten under the younger saiya-jin's skin.

 

If a reaction was what he had wanted, he wasn't disappointed.

 

“Wrong.”

 

With that single syllable, Kakarrotto stood and swept the heavy glass tankard from the table to smash it right across the mocking face. Radditz wisely scooped up his drink and pushed back right before the table itself was overturned and punched to pieces.

 

Kakarrotto stood, tail lashing angrily, and stalked out the door of the dilapidated inn and into the night air.

 

Radditz had watched him go, shaking his head but not at all inclined to follow. He knew what his `little' brother was capable of.

 

It was as hot as any summer night, the air thick and clinging. Kakarrotto could smell the atmosphere of the bar they'd been in still stinking around him. With a growl he tore away the chest plate of his saiya-jin armor, tossing it aside as he stomped down the buckled road that led deeper into town.

 

His thoughts turned on themselves, brought to the fore by Nanku's taunting. Kakarrotto's eyes narrowed and he muttered a snarl to himself. Anyone who was out at this hour gave him wide berth, not wanting to be ensnared by whatever demons were driving him.

 

For his part, Kakarrotto didn't even notice, caught up in and listening to his own memories. His hands fisted and flexed as his power level rose.

 

 

“Kakarrotto - stop!” He glanced down at the gloved hand that splayed on his bare chest, then returned to licking and nuzzling the corded neck.

 

“But I don't want to stop, Vegeta...” He purred and pressed himself closer to the slender body. “I want you, I need you.” He rubbed his groin against the prince, proving it and Vegeta's own desire.

 

Vegeta panted for breath, his body aching for more contact. He fisted his hands into the thick spikes of his hair and dragged him into a searing kiss. Kakarrotto had lost all sense then, licking and biting the eager mouth beneath his, grinding himself into the muscled form.

 

But they did have to stop. Things had nearly gone too far already, and if the King caught wind of the deepening affair, with a third-class of all things, there would be hell to pay.

 

“Wrong!” Kakarrotto snarled, tearing away his leg guards and stomping steadily through the city, having passed from the slums and into the business district. His anger was deepening, and bringing with it an untold increase in his power level, but the young saiya-jin didn't notice, so wrapped up as he was in his thoughts.

 

“We can't!” Vegeta tore his mouth away and pushed a little more effectively at the solid form. “Father will have you court-martialed and I'll end up locked inside that pile of rock until…” He made a sound of wordless frustration.

 

The prince stood back, finally catching his breath and his wits. Kakarrotto looked Vegeta over. So warm, so strong and damned beautiful to look at, and tasted like the finest wine. It drove Kakarrotto to distraction, and he couldn't even remember how it had started. Some showing off, a spar, a few off-world purging missions.

 

After one of those he'd found himself balls deep in the older warrior, fucking each other mindless after the purge and the rush that had been enough to send them tumbling. They'd met secretly then, skulking around outside the city, arranging purging missions together, any chance to be together. Vegeta hadn't even found out until months later that he was not an elite.

 

“Wrong.” Kakarrotto grinned viciously to himself as he cast off the wide shoulder armor, barely hearing the crash of breaking glass as the triangular pieces smashed through a window. He'd show them all just what he was made of. He made his way into the more well-to-do part of the city, his booted feet leaving small cracks and indentations in the pavement.

 

Vegeta had been shocked, having seen Kakarrotto fight and gotten some sense of his power level, and had broken off all contact with him for days. Long days that left Kakarrotto frustrated and furious. When they'd finally met, the prince had informed him that they couldn't see each other again.

 

The prince had kissed him hungrily then, as if storing the feel and taste of the younger saiya-jin, and had gone. Kakarrotto's fury had exploded, and he'd left a circle of forest devoid of life after he had worked the anger out of his system before returning home.

 

Despite resuming a casual attitude, Radditz had immediately sensed the turmoil in his brother and had suggested they go out and drown their sorrows. Nanku had tagged along in Radditz' wake. After several rounds of the dank brew, Kakarrotto had stopped caring what anyone found out.

 

He would prove how wrong Vegeta was. And in the process, he'd show them all.

 

His reminiscence came to an end as he finally reached an obstacle. A thick metal gate that stood between himself and his prize. The two guards who stood watch stepped up to challenge him, but Kakarrotto was having none of that. Without effort, he grabbed the two elite warriors and slammed them together, rendering both unconscious if not dead. Stepping through the spatter of blood, Kakarrotto then simply tore the gates apart.

 

He dared someone, anyone, to stop him.

 

His grin widened and became more manic as he banged through the gilded doors and stalked up the wide palace stairs. His nose twitched as he sought out Vegeta's scent and followed his instincts.

 

More guards were stationed along the corridor. They leapt forward to attack, but Kakarrotto merely batted them aside as his power level continued to increase, leaving small heaps of flesh and armor in his wake as he stalked his way to the heavy doors at the end of the hall. He spared a second to wonder why the noise hadn't brought Vegeta to investigate, then didn't care since he could sense the prince was there.

 

The thick spikes of Kakarrotto's hair lifted and waved as he reached to shatter the last obstacle between himself and the prince. Lifting a hand, he simply demolished the barrier with a blast of ki.

 

Striding through the wreckage, he spotted the prince standing in the middle of the bed, a sheet barely wrapped around his hips. Vegeta's cheeks were flushed and his hair tousled, and Kakarrotto didn't miss the raging erection the sheet was unable to hide.

 

Kakarrotto grinned wolfishly as he realized just what it was that had kept Vegeta preoccupied during his rampage into the palace. His appetite for the prince only increased.

 

“Kakarrotto!!” Vegeta stuttered and tried to drag more of the sheet around himself. He failed spectacularly as it slipped from his hip and exposed him completely. The prince licked his lips nervously as he saw the fire in his lover's eyes ignite.

 

“Father will kill you!”

 

Kakarrotto's hair flickered then roared from deep black to gold, and his eyes washed to fiery green as he let his ki flow freely. Baring his teeth, he moved to make his claim, voice thick with desire and power.

 

“Wrong.”