Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Just A Taste ( Chapter 43 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters.

 

A/N - Well everyone except one notable exception loved the last chapter despite the horrid incest. Good for you. In the spirit of things I have decided to write another chapter despite being lazy and needing sleep. Um, I think I'm going to lose some readers because this chapter has yaoi, but it's necessary to the plot! Bet this takes me a month to write…(it's been way over a month…sorry guys!)

 

 

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         She had always been close to her father. Closer then a father and daughter should be and yet, to her, they never seemed to be close enough. Their bond was far stronger and more intimate then the bond Frieza had had with her mother. They had transcended the bounds of intimacy and relationships. They were almost the same being, and while it pained Ilandra to even think it; she was closer to her father then she had ever been with Bulma.

 

Oh, she loved the beautiful little human. Loved her just as much as she loved her father. But the closeness that they had initially shared had dwindled off into nothingness. Now when she turned to Bulma during the night, her blue haired goddess simply rolled over and ignored her or pretended to be sleeping. Bulma would return her kisses and would hold her, but the love was gone. She didn't know what had changed but something had - and she didn't like it.

 

Maybe that was why she had come to her father today despite knowing what he would want. It wasn't the first time they had been…close…since Ilandra had been back, but it was the first time she had gone to her father and not felt the tiniest bit of guilt for cheating on Bulma. Something had changed between them. She's couldn't help but love Bulma, but she couldn't help but love her father more. She couldn't imagine Bulma understanding her love for her father anymore then she'd understood about her need for them to share a child. A child who would have had the DNA of both her loves. She felt bad when she thought of the deception she was pulling on the blue haired human, but she also felt a twinge of smugness that she was still able to manipulate people so easily.

 

It really was second nature to her.

 

Her body was still buzzing from the incredible orgasm she had just had. She felt so sensitive; she could feel each individual bead of sweat as it trickled down her milky skin, could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she could feel her father's breath as it brushed softly against her. The world was soft and hazy and beautiful and for a moment she allowed herself to relax into the sensation of feeling completely fulfilled.

 

Then she smelled a saiyan.

 

“Father…?” She pushed away from Frieza and sat up straighter, glancing around the throne room. “Is Kakarot back from planet Earth?” A strange feeling of foreboding slid chillingly down her back.

 

“Kakarot?” Frieza drawled, sounding both sleepy and amused. “Why would think that?” He caressed her shoulder lightly with his varnished black nails.

 

“Because I can smell a saiyan.” She slid off her fathers lap and began pulling her dress back on with hands that felt numb. If it wasn't Kakarot, the only saiyan who her family had befriended, that she could smell, then who was it? The scent was over powering it was so strong.

 

“I can't smell anything.” Her father, completely at ease while nude, sat up and frowned. “I suppose you might be smelling Brolly…”

 

“Brolly?” Ilandra all but shrieked. She whirled and stared open mouthed at her father. “What in all the heavens made you decide to let the strongest saiyan we've ever encountered into our territory? Let alone to let him live!” She bared her teeth at her father and curled her hand into fists.

 

“Are you questioning my judgement?” Frieza drawled, his tail twitching.

 

Ilandra paused, registering the danger of the situation. “Not at all, father.” She drew in a calming breath and turned to survey the throne room. “I'm just…curious as to why he is alive and not dead.”

 

“Because I want him alive. Perhaps I'll add him to my collection, after all his race is about to become all but extinct.” The mighty ruler of the Cold Empire looked amused at this thought. “Or perhaps, he is alive because I think he may be of use to me in the war against Vegeta.”

 

“Brolly? Be of use to you? That moron is of no use to anyone except dead!” Ilandra's eyes flashed a blood red and her lip curled.

 

“He said Vegeta threw him out once he realised Brolly was the Legendary. Apparently the new ruler of planet Vegeta doesn't trust anyone stronger then him not to steal the throne.”

 

“Or maybe this is all some plot to steal Bulma back…”

 

“Bulma? The woman?” Frieza laughed openly at his daughter. “Oh Ilandra, Vegeta isn't going to send his strongest soldier all the way to the Cold Empire to get back a cheap human whore who prefers women! If he sent Brolly here for anything it was a sad attempt at planting a spy!” The red-eyed Icejin smirked. “Really Ilandra, just because you fell for her doesn't mean that she meant a thing to that idiot Vegeta. He doesn't care about her! Saiyans do not get attached to women!”

 

 

“But he…”

 

“No more, Ilandra.” Frieza looked away from her and waved a hand in her direction. “I've finished with you for this evening. You may go.”

 

“Finished with me?” The princess' hands tightened further and small drivels of blood were squeezed from between her clenched fists as her nails bit into her hand. She nodded her head jerkily. “Of course, my Lord.” She curtsied briefly and then slunk off, her entire face blank as her father's words sank in.

 

 

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Vegeta's coal black eyes were, for the first time in as long as any of his subjects could remember, dancing with amusement. He had just witnessed one of the most infuriating acts he could possibly imagine…yet he was completely and undeniably amused. It was a bizarre situation, and while he'd been angry at first, Kakarot had since calmed him.

 

His amusement was such that he had decided to confront his wife about what he had just witnessed. Normally he would have killed her for daring to consort with one of the guards, but Kakarot had put things into perspective for him. So he waited for Zucchini to join him…as she would. The idiot woman was probably already wondering how long it would be until he killed her.

 

He was seated at the breakfast table - alone - and he was grinning like a maniac while he waited, amusing himself by recounting the look on Zucchini's face when she realised Vegeta had seen her. He had ordered all of his servants out of the breakfast chamber, bar the single maid who was pouring him his drink and trying not to look curious as to what was causing his good mood.

 

Many of the servants speculated that the pressure of ruling the kingdom was finally getting to him and he'd snapped, others were certain that the prince had taken a new favourite concubine and a few people has decided he had to be possessed by a evil spirit. None of them new the truth - although many of them assumed they did. They were all, of course, completely wrong and it had irritated Vegeta to listen to them whisper and stare.

 

“You may leave me now.” He ordered to the last slave as he felt Zucchini's ki prickling around his senses. His voice boomed out a second before the new Queen entered the room in a whirlwind of crackling power, her eyes were wide and black as she glowered at the slave as she crept from the room subserviently. When they were alone she turned her attention on the King of the Saiyans.

 

“Vegeta…” Her voice was soft and low and she smiled placating as she approached him, one hand outstretched. Vegeta watched her for a minute and then interrupted her prepared speech with an almost hysterical burst of laughter. He waved his queen into a seat and watched her with a look that Zucchini found most off putting.

 

“After all the time you spent condemning me for fucking a concubine,” He murmured softly, picking up a glass of fruit juice and sipping at it. “I find you in the throws of sodomy with one of my personal guards.” His lips curved into a smile and a chuckle escaped him.

 

“Vegeta, please!” The dark haired saiyan pleaded, not wanting to hear what he was saying because she just knew he was going to cast her aside and have her killed for touching another man. “It won't happen again…I don't know how it did…”

 

“Shut up.” Vegeta snapped, his humour drying up abruptly. “I'm not interested in excuses. I don't even particularly care what you do or who you do.” He drank a little more juice and a smile found its way back onto his face. “I'll never…” He chuckled a little and then continued. “I'll never forget the look on your face when you realised I'd caught you with Bardock.”

 

“I didn't…I mean I…” Zucchini swallowed. “I know you're disappointed in me…”

 

“Disappointed?” Vegeta sat up straight and shook his head. “Not at all, I mean, if men are allowed concubines then why aren't women? Heaven knows we're not exactly compatible in bed, and while I appreciate you as a queen, I can't exactly say I've enjoyed our little sexual encounters…”

 

“But…” The queen frowned at this and straightened indignantly. “So you're saying you don't care who I sleep with because you think I'm bad in bed?” She self-consciously straightened the dark blue training uniform she has hastily pulled on and frowned to herself.

 

“No, well…possibly.” The king took a deep breath. “I'm saying I, me personally, don't find you attractive. I find submissive women a turn on, and you're not submissive.”

 

“Like that human.” A trace of bitterness tinted Zucchini's answer and Vegeta fought to hide his smile - after all this time she was still jealous.

 

“Yes.” He bared his teeth in a ghost of a smile. “I'm willing to turn a blind eye on your encounters with Bardock, should they continue, as long as the same consideration is given to me.” Vegeta twirled the stem of the fruit glass between his fingers and watched his queen from between half closed eyes. “I do intend on taking another concubine, perhaps more.”

 

Zucchini pursed her lips. “Why are you doing this? I mean, you could have me killed and you could take a queen of your choosing…so why help me?” Her coal black eyes clashed with Vegeta's. “I know you can't stand me. I'm not that stupid.”

 

“I may not like you Zucchini,” Vegeta told her firmly, “but the saiyan people do, and a happy public makes for a happy monarch.”

 

She nodded slowly, her long black hair floating around her face. “Thank you.”

 

“Oh, don't thank me.” Vegeta smiled thinly again. “I was originally going to kill you.” He let that sank in before he added. “You have Kakarot to thank for explaining to me that you're of more use to me alive and as my queen then you are dead. I suggest you leave me now before the amusement wears off and I become angry again - we wouldn't like you to suffer any little accidents now would we?”

 

Zucchini paled and she tore her eyes away from Vegeta's as she forced herself to stand. She knew a direct order when she heard one. “Thank you, Vegeta.” She bowed and then quickly turned and walked away, her tailed wrapped insecurely around her waist. As she went out through the door Kakarot slipped in, he and Zucchini exchanging a glance as they passed one another.

 

“Have a nice chat?” Kakarot closed the door behind him and sauntered over to the breakfast table, plucking a cherry from the bowel of fruit and popping it inside his mouth.

 

“Oh it was wonderful.” Vegeta muttered sarcastically as he lent back in his chair and frowned darkly, slowly sipping his juice. “I think the look on her face when I told her I had originally planned to kill her rivalled the look on her face when she opened her eyes and saw me watching she and Bardock fuck.” He set him empty glass down and looked enquiringly at Kakarot. “I don't remember sending for you, is there something you wanted?”

 

“I always want something.” Kakarot replied cryptically. “It's my tragic fault.”

 

“Indeed.” Vegeta watched as the younger saiyan settled himself into one of the chairs around the table, helping himself to more fruit. He was wearing black pants with a dark blue singlet top that showed off his exquisite muscles. As he reached across for more cherries, Vegeta couldn't help but feel a pull of desire for the other man. He no longer bothered worrying about the way the other man affected him - especially since he had caught Kakarot looking at him in much the same way.

 

Vegeta's fingers caressed the stem of his wine glass as he contemplated Kakarot over the rim of his glass. He'd never had an affair with another man and hadn't intended to; but then he'd only been attracted to women before. There was something about Kakarot; something in the way he acted and dressed that Vegeta was drawn too. It was unexpected that he was lusting for a man, but not completely surprising. His father had had a succession of male concubines at one point - until Frieza's bitch of a daughter had worked her way into his father's life.

 

“So what do you want?” Vegeta asked in a low voice, unable to stop his eyes from smouldering hotly as he watched Kakarot pop cherry after cherry into his mouth. He drank the rest of the juice out of the glass and then placed it down.

 

Kakarot smiled slightly and slid off his seat. He approached Vegeta very slowly and eventually knelt by his feet. For a second neither man breathed, until finally Kakarot leant forward until his face was close to Vegeta's, “Breakfast.” He murmured, brushing his lips brazenly against Vegeta's.

 

“I could kill you for touching me without permission.” Vegeta murmured back against the warm lips. He raised a hand and gripped Kakarot's neck, pulling him back so he could look into his eyes.

 

“You're eyes asked me.” The saiyan warrior muttered back as he relaxed into Vegeta's hold, secure in the knowledge that the saiyan king wouldn't hurt him. “You've been begging me for days to come to you.” His voice dropped lower and he moved with it, sliding free of Vegeta's hold and moving down his seated body until he hovered over the kings training pants.

 

Vegeta didn't dare breath as he watched Kakarot's hand slide slip under the waistband of the stretch material. The rogue saiyan glanced up, meeting his eyes as he caressed his member, rolling it in his palm as it grew larger and harder. Kakarot's dark eyes watched him carefully, perhaps even calculatedly, as he massaged him gently. Eventually Vegeta felt himself relax and his initial token anger faded and he allowed himself to enjoy Kakarot's ministrations.

 

It had been so long since he'd been touched in an erotic way that pleased him. Zucchini's clumsy attempts at pleasing him had been just that - clumsy. No doubt because she was having it off with Bardock behind his back. Female saiyans held no interest for him - instead it was a pale delicate human with long blue hair and wide innocent eyes taunted him in his dreams.

 

Slowly Kakarot rolled down the waistband of Vegeta's pants and freed his hardened member, his eyes slipping away from Vegeta's. His tongue flicked out and sensually caressed the tip of Vegeta's throbbing manhood, tasting its earthy and salty taste, then with a groan Kakarot settled forward and took his entire length into his throat - easily deep-throating him as his head bobbed up and down on his shaft.

 

Vegeta felt all his muscles slacken as he relaxed into the chair, the pressures of his life slipping away as he concentrated on the feeling of his stiffness sliding in and out of Kakarot's warm mouth. He had never found oral sex pleasurable before - preferring instead to fuck women, although this was mostly because it was far easier to make women fear him when he was pounding them.

 

Almost against his will he found himself remembering Bulma…and despite opening his eyes to watch Kakarot in an attempt to dispel her image he found he couldn't. He could picture her perfectly - lying tied on the bed, her petite body squirming as he approached. The scent of fear in the air…

 

He groaned loudly and Kakarot began sucking on his rod more earnestly, one of his hands gently stroking his balls. Vegeta could feel the pleasure building inside of him - like a tension, as though a rubbed band was being pulled in his body. He wanted to cum, God, he needed to come. Flickers of light prickled behind his eyes as he felt the pressure inside of him tighten further still, his hips thrusting up to meet Kakarot's mouth as he slipped in and out and in and out of his warmth. Finally, with a strangled, muttered saiyan swear word he felt himself cum in Kakarot's mouth - the other saiyan sucking greedily and swallowing noisily as he drank every drop of his cum down.

 

When he was finished he sat up straight again and carefully tucked himself back in his pants. He glanced down at Kakarot who was wiping his mouth with one hand - a self satisfied and smug look in the other man's eyes. A sudden and unexplainable feeling of revulsion swept over Vegeta, a feeling he'd never once in his life felt before after sex, and he jerked to his feet.

 

“You can leave now - I have no wish for your services again today.” He leant against the table and grabbed some fruit, watching as Kakarot climbed to his feet and left the room. If Kakarot was annoying with being dismissed so abruptly he didn't show as he swept out of the room in a crackle of sexy energy. Once he'd gone Vegeta slowly ate the fruit in his hand, wondering why on earth he was feeling so disgusted at himself.

 

What the hell was going?

 

 

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A/N - So I finally wrote another chapter. I'm procrastinating actually, so you can thank my final two uni projects for this chapter being written! Please review and left me know what you think. Good, bad, thought of the day, suggestions etc…