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    Happy Accidents ► Promises Made     Filthy Mouth     The Cock Prince     Two Brothers     Ulterior Motives     Future Plans     Challenge Tournament     Epilogue The trek home was a productive one, Bardock passed by the market place to trade Favors, the currency used in Vegetasei, for a few needed items; some plants for seasoning meals and materials for his masquerade outfit.

He was having a pleasant day so far, until he reached his forge and saw a very particular spaceship settled next to it.

"Oh, FUCK MY ASS." Bardock shouted furiously and flew up inside his home.

Bardock's suspicions were confirmed as he landed on the entry and saw the last Saiyan he wanted to see now or ever, seated on his lounge chair, making smoke circles with HIS pipe.

"Ah, the master of the forge returns." The uninvited guest purred salaciously.

"Turles." The name was growled. Bardock's tail swished left to right rapidly to show his disdain.

"The one and only," the Space Pirate growled back.

Bardock tossed his shopping items by the entrance and stomped towards his uninvited guest, watching with some sick satisfaction as Turles' eyes widened just a fraction and his tail stopped tapping leisurely on the plush chair.

"Give me that!" Bardock snatched the pipe away and put it out, "ya know how expensive this shit is?"

"Not as expensive as what I got my hands on." Turles gave a toothy grin and got up to get a satchel he had brought with him.

"Oh, what have you gotten yerself into this time..." Bardock opened the chest where he kept all his recreational objects and put the pipe away. He got up and met Turles half way, snatching the bag from him and looking inside. Saiyan curiosity turned out to be a curse most of the time, Bardock would soon be a prime example.

"CAREful-" Turles snatched the satchel back and poked inside. He pulled out a little disc, no bigger than a button, and showed it to his model.

"These are very delicate, do be careful. They're a new product in the galactic market and very expensive, I cannot stress that enough."

Bardock took the disc gently, then looked pointedly at Turles after examining the small item,"and lemme guess, ya stole them."

Turles chuckled and ran a bold hand down Bardock's chestplate, "you know me so well..."

Bardock growled and removed the offending hand, "ya'll get yerself killed one day, Turles."

"All the more reason to enjoy 'the now', wouldn't you say?"

The scarred Saiyan considered those words.

~What do I got to lose?~

Bardock then looked at his darker double and sneered, "I despise you so much."

"Brilliant!" Turles pulled out another disk and showed Bardock how it was used, "first you put it on your arm, like so." Bardock followed the wayward Saiyan's instructions, "you press the little button in the middle, and prongs will come out to adhere to your skin."

Bardock hissed as the tiny prongs pierced his skin, securing the disc to his flesh, "now what?"

Turles shrugged and took a seat on the supple floor of the morel Saiyans used as homes and used the lounge chair as back support, "enjoy the rush. I know I will~"

"Will I still have my wits about me?" Bardock asked as he sat down as well.

"Oh, most certainly, this is why they are so costly. They don't create undesired side effects or after effects... Unless 'regretting what you did' counts as one." Turles explained with a coy voice. He had a knowing look on his face, and a mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared at the older warrior. A small voice in the back of Bardock's head was admonishing him for being so stupid.

~Never trust the Space Pirate.~ Bardock thought as he stood up.

"Shit. What's in-"

"It's a chemical that makes most species extremely horny and sensitive to everything." Turles provided most helpfully.

"YA MOTHER F- MMMMPH!"

Turles stood up and kissed his doppleganger forcefully and deeply. When they parted Turles had a faraway look in his eyes, "how long has it been, Bardy?"

"Dun call me that. Only one person can call me th-that."

"Where is Gine, by the way? In the meatery?"

Bardock growled, "yes... He's gonna be so piss- Pissed." Bardock started sweating and getting aroused against his will, Turles was close enough to not only notice the change in smell. He could feel Bardock growing hard against him and cheered mentally.

"Sit down with me." The dark skinned Saiyan guided a struggling Bardock to the lounge chair and sat down close to the other warrior.

"Since this is your first time, it will hit you full force. It becomes more comfortable to deal with the more you use them, but the effect never wears down. It always does its job, one doesn't become addicted. Even though I think the feeling alone is very addicting, sex is never the same. In my case, at least."

Bardock closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them everything had become more colorful and pretty-like. He shook his head and blinked, trying to focus on his clone's face, "what have I done." Bardock touched Turles' cheek softly. He couldn't bring himself to punch the other at the moment, no matter how many times he had gotten screwed over by the legendary swindler Saiyan.

"You let your curiosity get the better of you, and with me, no less."

"I shoulda known better- Than to trust a no good, swindling-" This time Bardock initiated the kiss. He caressed the Pirate's lips with his own, before dipping his tongue inside and ravishing the mouth before him.

"Oooooh, Bar-" Turles reciprocated all too well until he had to take a breather, "it's been so long, love. Two Rain Seasons, right?"

"I dun care- I want ya now." Bardock started undressing, and Turles followed his lead.

Turles watched as Bardock's breast plate came off. He whistled his appreciation, "baby, you still look as tight as ever..." Turles took off his arm braces and let them fall to the floor, followed by his armor and shorts. Bardock was having some trouble deciding what to get rid of next, Turles took pity on him and helped Bardock with his pants.

Once they were halfway off, the smell of arousal hit Turles full force, and he could detect other smells on him, one in particular. "Ohhh, somebody's been with His Majesty..."

"Fuck, d-don't remind me."

"You lucky dog. I've been trying to get into his pants for ever."

"The King would never go for ya. Yer not his- His type." Bardock wiped a trail of sweat before it got in his eyes.

"I look EXACTLY like you!" Turles chuckled as the pants came off, alongside Bardock's leg warmers and boots.

"Yer not his type on the inside."

"That doesn't concern me. One day I'll have him and we'll have a glorious time together."

"HA! Not likely, unless you trick him, he will- He will never fall for yer charms. Now, get over here."

Turles took a seat next to his partner again and let himself be manhandled. Bardock positioned Turles like he wanted to and kissed his way down the Pirate's chest, circling his tongue around dark nipples and down chiseled abs.

"Mmmm~ Bardock, you haven't lost your touch, you naughty Saiyan."

And Bardock remembered, instantly, how much he hated Turles. They were very much alike in many ways. In others, they were the extreme opposites. Now, however, he couldn't bring himself to care. Other times, he would chew Turles out for offering him an aphrodisiac. But now, he had a pliant body beneath him and it reeked of sex.

"Ya have no idea, you fake."

Turles gasped and mocked being hurt, "how about getting your mouth occupied with other... Things?" Turles thrust his hips against Bardock's chest to emphasis his point. Bardock was one to comply all too well.

The Pirate's dick disappeared inside the Commander's mouth, Bardock started sucking him with the same force they had kissed, he didn't hold back at all where his clone was involved. He aimed to hurt, and Turles loved him for it.

"Ohhhh, yes~ Use more teeth, Bardy!"

Bardock growled at the nickname and bit down on the tip, making Turles scream out in passion. Turles quickly squeezed the base of his shaft to avoid climaxing, it was too early to end the first round.

"I told ya not to call me that!" Bardock wiped his mouth and grabbed Turles by the neck, "I 've been wondering for sometime now, and I finally figured ya out..."

"You- Did, eh?" Turles choked out the words.

"Yes." Bardock hissed out and threw the Saiyan clear across the room before pouncing on him. His hands sensually ran across Turles' neck, scratching every once in a while, leaving angry red welts in their wake, "ya want to be abused." Bardock slapped the Saiyan hard.

"GAAAH!" The dark skinned warrior looked dazedly at his double. "My secret is no more~"

Another slap.

"It's not a secret if ya parade it around like ya do. Ya also have a death wish."

Slap.

"Only if it gives me a power boost." Turles returned with a maniac smile on his reddening face.

"Ya can't get a power boost if yer dead!" Bardock tightened his grip around the Space Pirate's neck, squeezing enough to cut out most of his airway.

Turles had the face of ecstasy as he felt himself being choked. Blood rushed to his ears, and into his brain, making him even more hyper aware on top of his high.

Bardock started frotting against his double, slicking their dicks together, it provided a delicious friction. All sensations were enhanced by the drug, and Bardock moaned loudly as he enjoyed the rush as well. The feel and warmth of the Saiyan underneath him was making him blow a fuse, but he needed more stimulus.

Without warning, Bardock thrust his dick up Turles' ass in one go, no lube, no prep, and he could bet his right nut sac that it hurt him more than it did Turles.

Turles screamed out as much as the tight grip on his neck let him. His vision started going dark before he was released. Bardock sat back and let himself become adjusted to the tightness of Turles' well sculpted ass.

"Ahhh, it's a miracle yer ass is still tight. With how much ya get fucked I would think it's so loose I could fit my entire arm up there!"

Turles sobered up for a moment, "you want to try?" He asked, excitement was written all over him.

"Some other time. Now, I wanna fuck ya raw!" Bardock tightened the grip around Turles' neck once more and started pistoning his hips with all his strength, which was to say, bone breaking.

Turles' string of screams and moans was cut off every time Bardock applied more pressure around his neck, he was loving every second of it. His plan had worked out better than he predicted. Bardock's wild side was brought out and Turles got to reap the benefits.

"It's- Too bad- You can't knot me-" The dark Saiyan gritted out.

"Oh, ya'd love that, wouldn't ya. I'm not a latcher, Turles. And neither are you."

The scarred warrior didn't miss the look of pure hatred sent his way. It was a touchy subject for the Space Pirate. He had trained a long time ago to become a latcher, to be able to form a knot with his penis, but he never passed the hormone test. As a clone, the lab results came back inconclusive, there wasn't any data to go by. Turles had been the first synthetic Saiyan that showed interest in training himself to become a latcher, and it all failed halfway through. That had left a big emptiness in Turles' life. An emptiness that he had to fill in other ways.

Bardock gazed at the warrior below him and let him breath for a little bit. Turles took a big gulp of air before Bardock choked him again. This time he didn't let up, and as Turles' vision started to fade, Bardock increased his pace, ramming his cock against the Pirate's tail spot.

"Ya will come for me now, ya cock whore!" Bardock panted and his thrusts became erratic, he was close.

Turles came, no sound left his throat, no air to fill his lungs, he fainted, and had the most intense orgasm in his life. One last thought crossed his mind.

~I welcome death. It was worth it.~




A few hours later, Turles came to. He sat up and looked around before remembering where he was and everything that had transpired.

"Oh." He turned to see Bardock on his side, his back to him. "Are you asle-"

"I'm awake." Came the stark reply.

"I don't suppose you want to try fisting me-"

"Get out."

Turles sighed and picked himself up from the soft warm furs. Bardock must've placed him there after he fainted. That was unexpected, knowing how much the scarred Saiyan hated his presence.

"I best be on my way then. I have things to see, people to do..." He geared up and turned to leave. A strong grip in his hand stopped him in his tracks. He turned to see a calculating Bardock staring coldly at him. "What now?"

"Turles. If ya ever pull a stunt like that one again, I will NOT stop and help ya get yer breath back. I will kill ya."

The Space Pirate stared at his doppleganger for a while before a crazy smirk appeared on his face. "You really mean that."

Bardock squinted at him and let his arm go.

"Then it's a promise. I shall return when I'm ready to die by your hands, Bardock." Turles grabbed his bag, made his exit, and left in his space pod.




Aro was already setting and one could see Eyo in the distance, Vegetasei's two suns, one bigger than the other. Bardock sighed and rubbed his face worriedly. Turles would come back, and who knew what stunt he would pull next time.

The scarred fighter turned to look at the materials he had purchased earlier and sighed again.

"Time to make my outfit."     Happy Accidents ► Promises Made     Filthy Mouth     The Cock Prince     Two Brothers     Ulterior Motives     Future Plans     Challenge Tournament     Epilogue