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Woo-hoo.

Maybe he should beat the shit out of all of them and they would leave him the fuck alone for once. But, then, he thought with a snide (oh, your teeth are so perfect, my Prince) grin, Father would not appreciate all their servants running in fear every time the oldest royal heir walked around the palace. That would not work. The servants were only supposed to shiver and shake and fear the king. (Which they did, but Vegeta himself always thought that it was more from the reeking stench of his father than the power he held.)

So he had not beat up any of his servants. They still followed him around and probably would have wiped his ass if they thought for five seconds it would benefit them in any way. Which it wouldn't. He hated people that told him how perfect he was. He knew that he was the best and strongest warrior in the whole planet. He knew that he was the next heir to the fucking throne. And, the ignorant bastards that followed him probably forgot, he knew exactly what the planet had been saved from, because he had been there.

Frieza—fucking midget icejin—and his dear old pappy, King Cold had both come and tried to kill the Saiyans. Frieza had made his father quiver in his smelly shoes and thusly Vegeta was handed off like a prized calf when he was five years old. (It was such a joy to be so very perfect and so very expendable.) As soon as the young Prince was out of eyesight of the palace his father had run off with the nearest tramp and made himself another Prince. (Must have been a damn shock to the King when his first heir came back and announced that he was going to be taking the throne one day.)

Oh, Frieza loved him. Thought he was the funniest little toy to toss around. Thought he was so much fun, since he always fought back when the others screamed out: "Oh, please, Frieza no!" He didn't care. Pain was what you got before you got stronger.

Then, the planet. Then Frieza's annoying screechy laughter as he announced he was going to be rid of the Saiyan planet once and for all. King Cold came to see the show—and that was a tall-ass person—but they were both shocked right out of their gourds when something freaking bright yellow burst up right in front of their little eyes. (At this point Vegeta had suspected that all icejins must be part woman at least, because no self-respecting male would scream quite like they did.) Two insanely bright lights like fireflies, right before them, spoke in a dark language he had never heard, and then from within that light there came an even brighter one. That spread out, enveloped the whole of the ship, and he felt a hand grab his. Looked at it, saw a ring-shaped scar. Tried to look at the face of this thing that held him.

Felt a tail, turned in the hand that held him, stared at it, because he was looking at a Super Saiyan. (The first, last and only time he had ever been truly afraid and awed in all of his life.) The light that held him was joined by another one. Another hand took his, and he had the unhappy feeling like he was being sucked straight out of reality and being displaced.

When he woke up, they were gone. There was nothing but the scrap of black cloth in his hand that he had torn off the second one. He had stood up, stared at his room. Wondered just how the hell he had ended up back at the palace and what the hell had happened to Frieza and where the hell those two Super Saiyans had gone. But when he had gone before his father, and found that his dear old Papi had a new baby, he was informed that Frieza had never threatened the planet. That there was a malfunction and he had been killed by electricity.

That Vegeta should have died but he had been saved by some idiot named Bardock that was a raving fucking loony because he thought that the planet was going to get up blown too and had been trying to send his son to some speck of dust in a distant galaxy. But Vegeta stood before his father, stared at him, and knew the old man was terrified of him. Decided not to tell him that it had been someone else that killed Frieza. Just agreed with his father. Turned and left.

Didn't even ask his brother's name. Didn't give a damn what it was called and privately hoped that the little bastard choked on his mother's milk and died.

But, that was the past. Nearly twelve years in the past. He was on the verge of adulthood, and it was his decision what he did with his day. Just as long as this horde of sycophants could follow him around he was free. He was bored. Very bored. With this life, with the endless 'my yes, your Prince-ship is especially handsome today, did you gain some muscle? Grow some extra hair?' Bullshit. Was sick of the women that lined up outside of his room for the chance to throw themselves at him. Hated that they all found their way into his bed. Two or three at a time, so they could make each other moan and sweat and he could watch them or not. They didn't fucking care as long as they got brownie points for it.

Father told him that he could have anything he wished. Father was afraid of him. Had tried to kill him three times since he got back from Frieza's. Sent one person to smother him in his sleep—Vegeta had killed that idiot—poisoned his food—fed that to his father's dogs—and dropped him off the royal boat into the royal ocean and waited to see if the royal sharks would eat him. They hadn't, but it had been fun to kill them.

That brat, Caradoc—beloved one that he was—got the lessons and the training and the doting attention of their father because the King was determined that he would kill his firstborn. So determined that sometimes Vegeta wanted to rip his throat out and see what would happen. Tear out his heart and hold it up before the crowd of astounded idiots.

He wanted to be a Super Saiyan. Knew that his power level was impressive, knew that he had surpassed his father, surpassed even the elites. Knew that nobody would fight him because they were shaking in their terrified little boots that he might hurt them. Wimps. Ingrates. Women.

Found his way back to his room. Noticed that once again, his dear crowd of annoying followers had abandoned him. Braced himself as he opened the door to his room. Saw a flash of something, and wondered just what the hell was going on...

"Hey! Fuck-up!" Saima picked up a rock and tossed it at the sleeping back. Watched it hit a impenetrable layer of power that always surrounded the idiot while he slept, and curled her hands into fists, felt her tail unwrap from around her slim waist and growled. Charged across the tent, jumped and landed on him just as the idiot turned onto his back. ASSHOLE! He caught her and laughed, flipped her so she was under him, and held her there as she snapped and tried to bite him. Brought her knee up to meet his brains, but his hand stopped her—he was holding her down with one hand, asshole—and he just laughed at her again.

"This isn't the best way to wake me up," he said. Pushed one of his legs between hers and settled with his hips between hers. Dropped his mouth down to suck on the skin just above the collar of her uniform, where everyone would see it. Sucked on her skin until she felt it bruising, and then, kissed it and he laughed again as she realized she was rubbing against him. Stopped her hips, but her tail didn't relent as it brushed against the hardness she felt pressing into her hip.

Damn him.

One hand, he held her arms above her head with one hand while he pushed the other one into her pants, held her still with his dark eyes looking at her and she panted for him—against her will—as he slid his finger against her, made her hips cant and spasm with want. But she wasn't about to beg him for it. If he wanted her than he needed to be the one to say so. Asshole.

"Kakarot, if you're going to fuck her could you please hurry up?"

Saima jerked her head to the side, felt blood rushing to her cheeks—like she was some baby—when she saw Radditz standing in the doorway, shaking his head sadly at his little brother. She opened her mouth to object to this, but instead of something angry, there was just a moan that escaped her.

Jerk.

Kakarot turned to look at his brother. "This would go much faster if you would just leave."

"So, what, come back in thirty seconds?" Radditz stepped back out though, disappearing with a turn of his back and that impossibly long hair was the last she saw of him.

"Let me go," she said. This was made null and void by the fact that she was spreading her legs and pulling her knees up toward her as he slipped his fingers inside of her. And the bastard knew it, too, because he was grinning like a maniac. Kissed her briefly, pulled back before she could bite him—because he could mark her, but she should not mark him—and he ripped her pants, freed himself from his and she bared his teeth as he moved inside of her.

Still, he hadn't let her hands go, and her fingertips were going numb.

"Next time I'll send someone else," she said, panted, tipped her head to one side so he could suck on her neck. Thought of all the other girls around here with his marks on their neck. Gritted her teeth and pushed back, prayed that this stupid cot-bed didn't break. (These were damn sturdy.) He just grinned as he kissed her, sucked on her skin. Thrust into her and rubbed his finger on her until she was shaking from the tips of her hair to her toes. She dug her boots into his back, hoped it hurt.

Bit her own tongue so she didn't scream out his name. And he kissed her again—her lips—licked his own lips and soundlessly released in her, stopped, rested for just a second, and then pulled out of her, let her hands go. Stood up and fixed his own clothes, picked up some pair of pants one of the other women probably left and tossed them at her.

"What did you wake me up for anyway?" he asked.

"The Captain wants you," she snapped, pulled the pants on. (Found they were just a touch too big for her) and had to use her tail to hold them on. Went to the opposite end of the tent and slipped out into the forest so nobody would have to see her come out of the fucking bastard's tent like another prized dummy. Of course, none of those other ones cared one way or the other. Most of them thought it was the best thing in the world to get mind-blowing orgasms out of waking up the impossible-to-wake-up Kakarot. She was not one of them. She had grown up with the jerk. Had dated him once and decided that he was too scatterbrained for her tastes. But he always woke up horny, and Radditz always sent some girl into wake him up. (The boys had flat out refused, because everyone knew that Kakarot was not a picky soul.)

She punched a tree, kicked it, watched the trunk break and wanted to scream. Didn't, because there was something lying in the middle of the next clearing, something powerful...

Goku...er Kakarot: Hey! I don't even have the right name!
Vegeta: Yeah, well, I have a little brother.
Kakarot: Yeah, well, you suck!
Vegeta: Whatever.
Kakarot: When do you think Radditz is going to send you in to wake me up? *waggles eyebrows suggestively*
Vegeta: Oi. Can you think of nothing but sex?
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