N. I made a promise and I am determined to keep it, so here is the last
part to this fic.lemons included.
Warnings ~ For this part the only thing to be concerned with is language and yaoi.unless of course you are squeamish about Raditz and Nappa.in that case I suggest you skip one of my lemons. Heheh..
Disclaimer ~ I own nothing at all! Sue and you will receive a bucket of Kobo drool.
SWAN LAKE
Epilogue
Turles scanned the courtyard beneath him with growing anxiety. The entire castle had been in uproar all evening. Fasha had been storming through the halls, demanding in her furious manner for an explanation to Kakarot's behavior. The king was by no means any less pleased than his counsel, and had locked himself away in his chambers to brood over the entire affair. Turles had barely escaped the fuming woman's wrath and would certainly have been getting an ear full of her vehement displeasure if it were not for Toma's intervention. He seemed to be the only person looking on the situation without stubborn formalities. Turles sighed and shook his head. He ran slender fingers through his tussled spikes and continued to watch for his brother's return.
Silence reigned supreme in the king's chambers. Not even the cheerful twitter of birds penetrated the solemn demeanor of the dimly lit room. Bardock sat rigidly in his velvet-cushioned chair. He clenched his fists over the polished wooden armrests and scowled at the tapestries on the far wall. How dare his son openly defy him, defy tradition, defy the very principles he was raised with! Surely the boy knew that his insubordinate actions could not be tolerated. The king's scowl deepened as Fasha's shouts echoed faintly from the halls below. There would be no peace until his rebellious first-born was made a suitable marriage; whether the boy liked it or not, there was no alternative.
The younger prince's eyes widened as a tired horse plodded into the courtyard with two figures perched in the saddle and two more at its side. Weariness seemed to roll off of them all but Turles could detect a pleasant smile on his brother's face. That smile would soon vanish if Fasha found her way to him first. Turles leapt to his feet and hurried down the hall, around the winding stairs, and straight into the irate lady herself. The young man stumbled back from the angry glare directed his way and made a polite, apologetic bow. His skin began to sweat slightly as Fasha's shrewd gaze raked over him.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry young prince? Do you mean to seek another source of shame for your father and the kingdom? Indeed if any could best Kakarot in these deeds it would be you." Her bitter sarcasm tested Turles' patience sorely. If it were not for his need to reach his brother he would have delighted in snapping a sour reply in the prudish female's face.
"My lady does me great credit in her assumptions, however I am not inclined at present to cast any more shame as you see it upon my family. I bid you farewell for the moment for I do not wish to remain in your company a second longer than need be." The prince smirked to himself at the outraged stuttering behind him as he dashed away. He sprinted past the sentries and servants until he finally felt the firm stone of the courtyard beneath his feet. Within moments he was at his brother's side; impatiently shifting from one foot to the other while the eldest prince helped his smaller lover from the saddle. After what seemed hours of anxious waiting, Kakarot turned a broad smile to his sibling.
"Before you utter a word brother you must follow me to a less open area. Make haste now, all of you. Lest Lady Fasha catch sight of us and pounce with the furry of a thousand hellcats." Turles glanced warily at the ominous doorway to the castle halls. His brother and the three men with him blinked with varying degrees of curiosity.
"Aye brother, Fasha is known for her ill temper, but she cannot be that angry? Surely you jest Turles." Kakarot chuckled a bit and scratched the back of his head while eyeing the serious expression on his brother's face. Turles was never all that worried about Fasha, but if she was making him this nervous then perhaps it would be best to stay out of her way. The five of them started to walk around behind the stable when a loud shout of triumph echoed through the courtyard. The party turned to stare wide-eyed as Fasha descended upon them in a whirlwind of billowing cloth and righteous fury. Turles flashed a sheepish grin at his brother before ducking behind the safety of Nappa's massive frame. It wasn't that Fasha scared him, but if her anger wasn't specifically directed towards him why should he have to suffer along with the unfortunate targets?
"Kakarot! I demand to know the meaning of your audacious declarations! Your foolish ideas of marrying this-this person are out of the question! You know you must produce an heir to the throne, it is your duty as the crown prince and you shall not shirk it off under any circumstance!" Fasha may have been slender and short, but her rage could make her imposing nonetheless. Kakarot frowned down on her as she glared at each person in the group. Vegeta growled softly at his side, glaring back at the female counsel member, Nappa was shifting from one foot to the other and Raditz had begun to nervously toy with the ends of his long hair. The prince felt sweat forming on the back of his neck as he considered what response he should give the woman. If there was anyone who could ruin his plans now, it was Fasha. The ominous truth seemed to be that she intended to do precisely that. Before another word could be spoken the doors slammed into the stone walls and the king emerged from the castle with Toma at his side and a small crowd of soldiers and servants behind him.
"My son, you have returned safely I see. I am glad then, but now we must deal with this difficult matter. I have meditated on your words at the ball my child. I know that you wish to follow your heart, and it has never led you astray before, but this match you have aspired to can never take place. The kingdom demands the crown heir to produce offspring for the line. You must denounce your earlier claims and choose a woman for your wife. It is the only way to avoid shaming our family. Surely you see that my son." Bardock leveled a solemn gaze on his eldest, noting the mixture of anger, agony, and defiance that swirled in his first-born's expressive hues. It wrenched his heart to force the same decision on his son that he had been made to make. The bitter feeling of failure that swelled inside of him was almost too much. Years ago he had sworn vehemently to never force his children to endure such a painful ordeal as this, yet here he was, only now he was in his father's place and Kakarot had taken his. He was aware of Toma's stiff form to his left; the man had expressed his own disapproval of the law earlier that morning. However, he knew as well as Bardock did that there were no other alternatives.
"Father, I cannot do this, I will not forsake Vegeta. We have been through too much to be halted by out-dated laws and traditions! Let Turles bare the offspring to the throne, he is a prince! I will wed no one save the man at my side!" The prince wrapped his arms protectively and a little possessively around Vegeta's slender waist, encouraged when he felt the embrace returned by his love.
"Kakarot don't drag me into this!" Turles squawked indignantly from his place behind Nappa. The escort shook his head and placed a large arm around Raditz's shoulders. He blinked as a sudden idea occurred to him. Perhaps there was a solution to this after all.
"My lord, if I may intrude upon this discussion I believe I have found a way to settle things." Nappa's voice was deep, his size intimidating, but all the same he winced slightly at the glare Fasha turned up at him. Bardock nodded his head in acceptance though and Toma's smile was encouraging. He cleared his throat before carefully explaining his thoughts. "If I am correct, the only objection to Kakarot's union with Vegeta is the inability to produce offspring?" He smirked as heads nodded affirmatively and pushed his startled love forward. "Then allow me to introduce you to Raditz my liege. The son of a sorcerer and well-versed in spells, potions and incantations himself. It is possible that he can provide a way for Kakarot to marry his chosen and still procreate." Nappa grinned as a thoughtful look crossed Bardock's features. Kakarot was biting his tongue anxiously while Raditz, Vegeta and Fasha spluttered in indignant consternation. Bardock turned amused eyes on the longhaired young man.
"Is this true? Would you be capable of such a feat?" He waited as Raditz thought quickly. A slow nod gave him all the answer he needed. "So be it then. Raditz shall find a way for my son and his mate to produce an heir. You have ten years in which to accomplish this, young wizard." Bardock chuckled as Raditz paled slightly and nodded. He was startled by a sudden angry growl that seemed far to loud for the small figure at his son's side to make. Vegeta glared vehemently at each person in turn and finally fixed his gaze on a fidgeting Raditz.
"I will not be the only one to endure this!" He raged. Kakarot laughed and smothered his angry mate in kisses. Nappa snickered while stroking his long fingers through Raditz's dark hair.
"Of course you shall not Vegeta, Raditz will go through it with you every step of the way." He leered at his gapping mate and licked his lips hungrily. Raditz made an attempt to run but soon found himself slung over a broad shoulder while a large hand planted itself over his ass. He squirmed and kicked in an attempt to dislodge himself but that only succeeded in getting his hair in his face.
"Bastard! Fucking son of a bitch! I never said I would let you impregnate me! Put me down damnit!" Raditz thrashed and howled as his smirking love carried him into the castle. The king and his sons watched them leave with amusement. Kakarot then turned and scooped his frowning mate into his arms. He kissed the full, pouting lips as he walked with his prize towards his bedchamber. Turles smirked at his father and shook his head.
"Father, now that this is settled may I take a horse and visit Broli?" He grinned at the groan Fasha made and ran toward the stables with an eager shout as his father nodded. The king smiled at the annoyed woman.
"Broli is the son of a noble family Fasha, and he is large enough to keep Turles from too much trouble." He shook his head as his youngest thundered out of the stables without a saddle on his steed, servants running and shouting at him to come back in vain. "I believe so, at least." He added softly.
[[A. N. All right they are all happily ever after now right? So shall I end it here? -=Snickers.=- Ok, I know that would cause some very angry reactions from some people so I'll give you the lemons.]]
Nappa's lips quirked as he carried his silent captive into his chambers. Raditz had stopped howling at him halfway to the rooms and was now lying submissively over his shoulder. He had to admit it was very pleasing to feel the other's warm body draped across him. He gently set his longhaired love on his feet and hurriedly tied back the blue curtains over the windows, allowing bright sunlight to spill into the room and illuminate the modest furnishings. He waited patiently while Raditz gazed about the chamber. Rugs of varying design and thickness were scattered about the stone floor. To the right was a medium sized fireplace with a small circular table and two chairs set a few feet before it. On his left stood a wardrobe made of polished walnut, beside that a full-length mirror and the door leading to a washroom. Directly in front of him was a large bed, indeed it was much too large for just one person and seemed to be the only piece in the room that Nappa may have put a great deal of money into. Upon examining the sheets, Raditz found them to be made of fine linen, perhaps satin, and the pillows had tiny rippling cloth seams and dainty tassels at the end of each corner. The comforter was made from thick cotton that would surely provide ample warmth on chilly mornings. The sorcerer's mouth twitched into a small grin at the thought of burying himself in that warmth. Over all it was not a bad room, but it would need a few things.
"We shall have to put in a bookcase, a writing desk and stool, and I would very much like it if I could practice my spells and potions in a room that might be in the same hall." Raditz tilted his head towards the escort and nearly fell over at the excited lecherous grin Nappa had. He blushed hotly while shaking his head at the tall man. In moments he felt his shirt pulled off and strong arms lift him onto the bed. Now he was certain the sheets were made of satin. They felt very good under his skin. The room seemed to be getting warmer too him all of a sudden, or perhaps it was just his body that was heating up? A whispered word from above caught his attention.
"Beautiful." Nappa smiled lovingly upon the figure beneath him. Raditz was gorgeous in his relaxed position; his wild mane flowed across the sheets like a stream of ebony silk and contrasted enchantingly with his creamy skin. Coal eyes peered almost shyly from lowered lashes and pale lips formed a tiny smile that accompanied the hint of pink on his cheeks nicely. The escort lowered his mouth to the delectable lips below and thoroughly explored the steamy orifice behind them with his tongue. He pressed one of his large hands against the rippling muscle of his lover's abdomen and rubbed wide circles over the warm flesh. He pulled back from Raditz's sweet mouth with a small sigh and began to untie the sorcerer's pant strings. He snickered when his flushed love pulled demandingly at his own shirt and halted long enough for the garment to be removed. Soon he was caressing slender hips and silken thighs with rough hands, eliciting small moans from his beloved.
"Nappa, do not tease me, I beseech you! I cannot bare it." Raditz bucked his hips as that large hand bypassed his stiff erection again. He was more than ready for Nappa to get on with it by now. In fact he was beginning to get annoyed with the bastard's teasing smiles and purposeful neglect. "Damn it Nappa! Will you fuck me all ready? Your teasing is driving me mad!" He scowled as imposingly as he could, but lying on the man's bed with a throbbing cock and a blushing face is not the most intimidating image. Nappa chuckled and kissed him, then wrapped his massive hand around his shaft and pumped it in a single long stroke. He smirked at the low moan this drew from Raditz's parted lips.
The sorcerer made quick work of divesting Nappa's pants from his waist and then spread his legs in a blatant act of wanton abandon. He watched with furrowed brows as Nappa reached down beneath the bed and brought out a small bottle of oil. The escort merely smiled at him and spread the liquid over his own impressive arousal before pushing one of his large fingers between Raditz's ass cheeks to rub the slick coating against his most secret place. He flushed hotter as that same digit worked its way inside his body and began to slip back and forth, stretching his muscles slowly. When his lover added a second and then a third finger he closed his eyes and moaned encouragingly. He couldn't remember feeling anything so pleasant before in his life. True, the wet sensation was a little odd but the warm touches on his inner walls were delightful. Then suddenly the stroking ceased and the willowy fingers were gone. Raditz was about to protest but Nappa gently lifted his waist and slid something into him far larger than all of his fingers combined. His spine arched as pain burned briefly through his senses, he felt so stretched and full! He shifted uncomfortably for a few moments and then slowly the pain dimmed away to be replaced with a more pleasant sensation. He clenched his fists into the bed sheets and nodded breathlessly to Nappa.
The escort was finding it difficult to not pound heedlessly into his beautiful Raditz. The man had to be a virgin because he was unbelievably tight. He flicked his tongue out over his lips and rocked his waist gently, pushing his cock further inside the clenching heat. The sensation was wonderful to say the least and both men uttered approving moans. Nappa quickly shifted his pace and began thrusting firmly in and out of his lover's body. Raditz's waist bounced lightly with each movement, his muscles flexed and clenched around the intruding phallus and his chest rose and fell with short, excited pants. His dark eyes opened to stare lustfully into Nappa's when the man gripped his leaking shaft and pumped it with smooth steady strokes. The sorcerer's body was too hot for him to bare much longer; he hastened his movements and squeezed the dripping cock in his hand, drawing a startled shout from his love. The two of them rocked together for a little longer before Raditz emptied his seed into the escort's large palm. His muscles clamped down over the thickness inside his body and he was suddenly filled with a warm liquid. He squirmed a bit as Nappa pulled his spent member out of his passage and curled against his side. Nappa drew the covers over their sweaty forms and cuddled his sated lover until they both slipped into slumber.
Upstairs in the prince's bedchamber, Kakarot was rolling around on the floor with his fiery love. He and Vegeta had been arguing about the whole pregnancy decision and somehow they had ended up tumbling on the floor in anger, and then that anger had turned to passion. Hips ground confined erections into each other with frenzied need, hands pulled roughly on spiked locks or groped full curvy ass cheeks, mouths devoured hot flesh in steamy kisses and long legs tangled together sensuously. Kakarot finally dislodged himself from Vegeta's grasp and hauled the sweaty prince to his feet. He pushed him down onto the lush sheets of the bed and began tearing off the clothes that dared to stand between him and his lover's body. Vegeta snickered as muted curses passed Kakarot's lips when he came to a difficult knot in the prince's pant strings. He yanked hard on the abstinent ties and smirked when they broke away in his fist.
Vegeta grinned at his love and decided to surprise him. He leaned up quickly, catching Kakarot off guard and successfully flipped their positions so that he was now sitting on the man's long legs. Deft fingers made quick work of the knotted strings around his waist and pulled the tailored pants down over alluring hips. He flashed the prince a knowing smirk and traced the very tip of his index finger around the head of his cock, teasing the dewed slit with his nail before removing his hand completely. He leaned down and captured his lover's moan with his warm mouth.
Kakarot growled into his teasing mate's moist orifice and slapped his hand against firm ass cheeks. He snickered when Vegeta sat up with a startled squawk. Taking advantage of the situation, he rolled the lithe beauty back under himself and stripped away the thin pants he wore.
"Let that be a lesson to you not to tease, my love." He chuckled as his prince gave him a slightly annoyed glare and leaned in to kiss the pouting lips. His hands roamed over well-remembered silken skin, tracing familiar patterns in places that brought forth small gasps and breathy moans from the prince's elegant throat. Playful digits pinched and rolled peaked nipples, delighting in the way the prince arched in response. A hot tongue dips down the smooth curve of the prince's neck, wetting heated flesh and drawing an impatient groan from his lover's mouth. Kakarot grinned inwardly as he lied his body over Vegeta's and rocked against his slighter frame. The friction was like a spark of flame that began in their groins and burned a blazing trail of pleasure throughout every nerve. A mouth crushed against an equally hungry mouth, hips ground feverishly, hands slid up and down caressing sweaty bodies. Kakarot's mind was clouded with his love's scent and taste, he had to get more; he needed more of his prince. He felt as if he were burning inside, he needed to do something to relieve the consuming fire in his loins and he knew exactly what it was he had to do. Without a word of notice to his love he pulled his legs up high and hooked them over his shoulders, forcing Vegeta's body to lift off the mattress.
The smaller prince felt his face heat slightly when his ass left the warm softness of the bed and dangled a few inches above it. He moaned suddenly when Kakarot's slick fingers began probing between his cheeks, rubbing his tight ring of muscle with slow caresses. He wondered briefly where his love had gotten any oil, but the trivial thought flew from his mind when those digits pushed inside his body and began to stroke each sensitive burning inch of his inner walls. He squirmed and writhed as Kakarot plunged his fingers as far inside as he could, stretching Vegeta's passage in preparation and teasing him to even greater need at the same time. The prince arched and tossed his head as he clawed the bed sheets.
"Kakarot enough! I must have you inside, now." Vegeta fixed his lover with a passionate, commanding gaze. His voice was demanding, though he was certain the prince could hear the desire and pleading behind his sharp tone. He stared into amused; loving eyes and noted the sincere passion and affection that looked upon him. Kakarot was completely devoted to him, mind body and soul all burned ardently for him, and not just his body. His mate cared for his mind, his will and his spirit like none other ever had. Kakarot was safety, love, passion, and hope all in one courageous being. A being who happened to also have a sinfully delicious body. Vegeta smirked and wriggled over the penetrating fingers.
The taller prince grinned down at his sweaty mate and pressed his fingers against his heated body once more before withdrawing them. He was almost painfully aroused himself by now, but he could see that Vegeta was in much the same position. His eyes locked onto the droplets of pre cum that dripped down his lover's shaft. A soft groan escaped his parted lips at the sight and he quickly pushed his aching cock into his mate's hole. He moved with enough force to fully sheathe his erection inside Vegeta's body, but not enough to cause him more than a little discomfort. The heat around his shaft was more intense than he recalled, it was as if he were being embraced and stroked by swirling flames. His lover's body clenched and squeezed around his cock, rubbing hot moist tissue against his sensitive skin. He moaned loudly, his mind nearly overwhelmed by the silken fire of his love's body.
Warm hands grasped his hips and held him still as Kakarot's shaft slid out of his body and then plunged back inside. His muscles jerked and constricted as his walls were stroked and rubbed by his prince's pulsing cock. Pressure and pleasure, fire and passion all mingled and swirled through his senses, driving him up towards his peak in a whirlwind of sweat, moans, gasps, and writhing bodies. Dark eyes held equally black orbs in a silent demand for more that was immediately granted.
"Ugh! Kk-Kakaah-rot!" He let his head fall back as his body arched up and his hands clawed the mattress. He shouted his lover's name as the thick cock inside his body struck hard against a hypersensitive nub of nerves deep within. His lover took his leaking shaft in his hand and pumped it with three slow, powerful strokes and everything exploded inside of him. He howled his pleasure to anyone that could hear and covered his mate's hand and his own stomach in a shower of white cream. His mate slammed into his body and reached his own climax, emptying every drop of his warm seed inside his clenching walls.
The two princes snuggled together in a sated tangle of sweaty limbs and rumpled bed covers. They kissed tiredly and tightened their grips around one another. Kakarot smiled on his nuzzling mate.
"Vegeta, you are all right with the pregnancy are you not? It shan't be that bad I am certain." He nodded to himself and kissed his love's forehead. Vegeta snorted at him in response and tucked his head against Kakarot's warm chest. The taller prince yawned and was nearly asleep when he heard his beloved's drowsy retort.
"If that is so, then you shouldn't mind having the next one." Vegeta's lips quirked up as he drifted to sleep with a startled prince wrapped around him.
Owari
A.N. Yay it's finished! -=Snickers.=- six pages..I did say this was a short epilogue didn't I? Heh oh well. Review minna san!
Warnings ~ For this part the only thing to be concerned with is language and yaoi.unless of course you are squeamish about Raditz and Nappa.in that case I suggest you skip one of my lemons. Heheh..
Disclaimer ~ I own nothing at all! Sue and you will receive a bucket of Kobo drool.
SWAN LAKE
Epilogue
Turles scanned the courtyard beneath him with growing anxiety. The entire castle had been in uproar all evening. Fasha had been storming through the halls, demanding in her furious manner for an explanation to Kakarot's behavior. The king was by no means any less pleased than his counsel, and had locked himself away in his chambers to brood over the entire affair. Turles had barely escaped the fuming woman's wrath and would certainly have been getting an ear full of her vehement displeasure if it were not for Toma's intervention. He seemed to be the only person looking on the situation without stubborn formalities. Turles sighed and shook his head. He ran slender fingers through his tussled spikes and continued to watch for his brother's return.
Silence reigned supreme in the king's chambers. Not even the cheerful twitter of birds penetrated the solemn demeanor of the dimly lit room. Bardock sat rigidly in his velvet-cushioned chair. He clenched his fists over the polished wooden armrests and scowled at the tapestries on the far wall. How dare his son openly defy him, defy tradition, defy the very principles he was raised with! Surely the boy knew that his insubordinate actions could not be tolerated. The king's scowl deepened as Fasha's shouts echoed faintly from the halls below. There would be no peace until his rebellious first-born was made a suitable marriage; whether the boy liked it or not, there was no alternative.
The younger prince's eyes widened as a tired horse plodded into the courtyard with two figures perched in the saddle and two more at its side. Weariness seemed to roll off of them all but Turles could detect a pleasant smile on his brother's face. That smile would soon vanish if Fasha found her way to him first. Turles leapt to his feet and hurried down the hall, around the winding stairs, and straight into the irate lady herself. The young man stumbled back from the angry glare directed his way and made a polite, apologetic bow. His skin began to sweat slightly as Fasha's shrewd gaze raked over him.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry young prince? Do you mean to seek another source of shame for your father and the kingdom? Indeed if any could best Kakarot in these deeds it would be you." Her bitter sarcasm tested Turles' patience sorely. If it were not for his need to reach his brother he would have delighted in snapping a sour reply in the prudish female's face.
"My lady does me great credit in her assumptions, however I am not inclined at present to cast any more shame as you see it upon my family. I bid you farewell for the moment for I do not wish to remain in your company a second longer than need be." The prince smirked to himself at the outraged stuttering behind him as he dashed away. He sprinted past the sentries and servants until he finally felt the firm stone of the courtyard beneath his feet. Within moments he was at his brother's side; impatiently shifting from one foot to the other while the eldest prince helped his smaller lover from the saddle. After what seemed hours of anxious waiting, Kakarot turned a broad smile to his sibling.
"Before you utter a word brother you must follow me to a less open area. Make haste now, all of you. Lest Lady Fasha catch sight of us and pounce with the furry of a thousand hellcats." Turles glanced warily at the ominous doorway to the castle halls. His brother and the three men with him blinked with varying degrees of curiosity.
"Aye brother, Fasha is known for her ill temper, but she cannot be that angry? Surely you jest Turles." Kakarot chuckled a bit and scratched the back of his head while eyeing the serious expression on his brother's face. Turles was never all that worried about Fasha, but if she was making him this nervous then perhaps it would be best to stay out of her way. The five of them started to walk around behind the stable when a loud shout of triumph echoed through the courtyard. The party turned to stare wide-eyed as Fasha descended upon them in a whirlwind of billowing cloth and righteous fury. Turles flashed a sheepish grin at his brother before ducking behind the safety of Nappa's massive frame. It wasn't that Fasha scared him, but if her anger wasn't specifically directed towards him why should he have to suffer along with the unfortunate targets?
"Kakarot! I demand to know the meaning of your audacious declarations! Your foolish ideas of marrying this-this person are out of the question! You know you must produce an heir to the throne, it is your duty as the crown prince and you shall not shirk it off under any circumstance!" Fasha may have been slender and short, but her rage could make her imposing nonetheless. Kakarot frowned down on her as she glared at each person in the group. Vegeta growled softly at his side, glaring back at the female counsel member, Nappa was shifting from one foot to the other and Raditz had begun to nervously toy with the ends of his long hair. The prince felt sweat forming on the back of his neck as he considered what response he should give the woman. If there was anyone who could ruin his plans now, it was Fasha. The ominous truth seemed to be that she intended to do precisely that. Before another word could be spoken the doors slammed into the stone walls and the king emerged from the castle with Toma at his side and a small crowd of soldiers and servants behind him.
"My son, you have returned safely I see. I am glad then, but now we must deal with this difficult matter. I have meditated on your words at the ball my child. I know that you wish to follow your heart, and it has never led you astray before, but this match you have aspired to can never take place. The kingdom demands the crown heir to produce offspring for the line. You must denounce your earlier claims and choose a woman for your wife. It is the only way to avoid shaming our family. Surely you see that my son." Bardock leveled a solemn gaze on his eldest, noting the mixture of anger, agony, and defiance that swirled in his first-born's expressive hues. It wrenched his heart to force the same decision on his son that he had been made to make. The bitter feeling of failure that swelled inside of him was almost too much. Years ago he had sworn vehemently to never force his children to endure such a painful ordeal as this, yet here he was, only now he was in his father's place and Kakarot had taken his. He was aware of Toma's stiff form to his left; the man had expressed his own disapproval of the law earlier that morning. However, he knew as well as Bardock did that there were no other alternatives.
"Father, I cannot do this, I will not forsake Vegeta. We have been through too much to be halted by out-dated laws and traditions! Let Turles bare the offspring to the throne, he is a prince! I will wed no one save the man at my side!" The prince wrapped his arms protectively and a little possessively around Vegeta's slender waist, encouraged when he felt the embrace returned by his love.
"Kakarot don't drag me into this!" Turles squawked indignantly from his place behind Nappa. The escort shook his head and placed a large arm around Raditz's shoulders. He blinked as a sudden idea occurred to him. Perhaps there was a solution to this after all.
"My lord, if I may intrude upon this discussion I believe I have found a way to settle things." Nappa's voice was deep, his size intimidating, but all the same he winced slightly at the glare Fasha turned up at him. Bardock nodded his head in acceptance though and Toma's smile was encouraging. He cleared his throat before carefully explaining his thoughts. "If I am correct, the only objection to Kakarot's union with Vegeta is the inability to produce offspring?" He smirked as heads nodded affirmatively and pushed his startled love forward. "Then allow me to introduce you to Raditz my liege. The son of a sorcerer and well-versed in spells, potions and incantations himself. It is possible that he can provide a way for Kakarot to marry his chosen and still procreate." Nappa grinned as a thoughtful look crossed Bardock's features. Kakarot was biting his tongue anxiously while Raditz, Vegeta and Fasha spluttered in indignant consternation. Bardock turned amused eyes on the longhaired young man.
"Is this true? Would you be capable of such a feat?" He waited as Raditz thought quickly. A slow nod gave him all the answer he needed. "So be it then. Raditz shall find a way for my son and his mate to produce an heir. You have ten years in which to accomplish this, young wizard." Bardock chuckled as Raditz paled slightly and nodded. He was startled by a sudden angry growl that seemed far to loud for the small figure at his son's side to make. Vegeta glared vehemently at each person in turn and finally fixed his gaze on a fidgeting Raditz.
"I will not be the only one to endure this!" He raged. Kakarot laughed and smothered his angry mate in kisses. Nappa snickered while stroking his long fingers through Raditz's dark hair.
"Of course you shall not Vegeta, Raditz will go through it with you every step of the way." He leered at his gapping mate and licked his lips hungrily. Raditz made an attempt to run but soon found himself slung over a broad shoulder while a large hand planted itself over his ass. He squirmed and kicked in an attempt to dislodge himself but that only succeeded in getting his hair in his face.
"Bastard! Fucking son of a bitch! I never said I would let you impregnate me! Put me down damnit!" Raditz thrashed and howled as his smirking love carried him into the castle. The king and his sons watched them leave with amusement. Kakarot then turned and scooped his frowning mate into his arms. He kissed the full, pouting lips as he walked with his prize towards his bedchamber. Turles smirked at his father and shook his head.
"Father, now that this is settled may I take a horse and visit Broli?" He grinned at the groan Fasha made and ran toward the stables with an eager shout as his father nodded. The king smiled at the annoyed woman.
"Broli is the son of a noble family Fasha, and he is large enough to keep Turles from too much trouble." He shook his head as his youngest thundered out of the stables without a saddle on his steed, servants running and shouting at him to come back in vain. "I believe so, at least." He added softly.
[[A. N. All right they are all happily ever after now right? So shall I end it here? -=Snickers.=- Ok, I know that would cause some very angry reactions from some people so I'll give you the lemons.]]
Nappa's lips quirked as he carried his silent captive into his chambers. Raditz had stopped howling at him halfway to the rooms and was now lying submissively over his shoulder. He had to admit it was very pleasing to feel the other's warm body draped across him. He gently set his longhaired love on his feet and hurriedly tied back the blue curtains over the windows, allowing bright sunlight to spill into the room and illuminate the modest furnishings. He waited patiently while Raditz gazed about the chamber. Rugs of varying design and thickness were scattered about the stone floor. To the right was a medium sized fireplace with a small circular table and two chairs set a few feet before it. On his left stood a wardrobe made of polished walnut, beside that a full-length mirror and the door leading to a washroom. Directly in front of him was a large bed, indeed it was much too large for just one person and seemed to be the only piece in the room that Nappa may have put a great deal of money into. Upon examining the sheets, Raditz found them to be made of fine linen, perhaps satin, and the pillows had tiny rippling cloth seams and dainty tassels at the end of each corner. The comforter was made from thick cotton that would surely provide ample warmth on chilly mornings. The sorcerer's mouth twitched into a small grin at the thought of burying himself in that warmth. Over all it was not a bad room, but it would need a few things.
"We shall have to put in a bookcase, a writing desk and stool, and I would very much like it if I could practice my spells and potions in a room that might be in the same hall." Raditz tilted his head towards the escort and nearly fell over at the excited lecherous grin Nappa had. He blushed hotly while shaking his head at the tall man. In moments he felt his shirt pulled off and strong arms lift him onto the bed. Now he was certain the sheets were made of satin. They felt very good under his skin. The room seemed to be getting warmer too him all of a sudden, or perhaps it was just his body that was heating up? A whispered word from above caught his attention.
"Beautiful." Nappa smiled lovingly upon the figure beneath him. Raditz was gorgeous in his relaxed position; his wild mane flowed across the sheets like a stream of ebony silk and contrasted enchantingly with his creamy skin. Coal eyes peered almost shyly from lowered lashes and pale lips formed a tiny smile that accompanied the hint of pink on his cheeks nicely. The escort lowered his mouth to the delectable lips below and thoroughly explored the steamy orifice behind them with his tongue. He pressed one of his large hands against the rippling muscle of his lover's abdomen and rubbed wide circles over the warm flesh. He pulled back from Raditz's sweet mouth with a small sigh and began to untie the sorcerer's pant strings. He snickered when his flushed love pulled demandingly at his own shirt and halted long enough for the garment to be removed. Soon he was caressing slender hips and silken thighs with rough hands, eliciting small moans from his beloved.
"Nappa, do not tease me, I beseech you! I cannot bare it." Raditz bucked his hips as that large hand bypassed his stiff erection again. He was more than ready for Nappa to get on with it by now. In fact he was beginning to get annoyed with the bastard's teasing smiles and purposeful neglect. "Damn it Nappa! Will you fuck me all ready? Your teasing is driving me mad!" He scowled as imposingly as he could, but lying on the man's bed with a throbbing cock and a blushing face is not the most intimidating image. Nappa chuckled and kissed him, then wrapped his massive hand around his shaft and pumped it in a single long stroke. He smirked at the low moan this drew from Raditz's parted lips.
The sorcerer made quick work of divesting Nappa's pants from his waist and then spread his legs in a blatant act of wanton abandon. He watched with furrowed brows as Nappa reached down beneath the bed and brought out a small bottle of oil. The escort merely smiled at him and spread the liquid over his own impressive arousal before pushing one of his large fingers between Raditz's ass cheeks to rub the slick coating against his most secret place. He flushed hotter as that same digit worked its way inside his body and began to slip back and forth, stretching his muscles slowly. When his lover added a second and then a third finger he closed his eyes and moaned encouragingly. He couldn't remember feeling anything so pleasant before in his life. True, the wet sensation was a little odd but the warm touches on his inner walls were delightful. Then suddenly the stroking ceased and the willowy fingers were gone. Raditz was about to protest but Nappa gently lifted his waist and slid something into him far larger than all of his fingers combined. His spine arched as pain burned briefly through his senses, he felt so stretched and full! He shifted uncomfortably for a few moments and then slowly the pain dimmed away to be replaced with a more pleasant sensation. He clenched his fists into the bed sheets and nodded breathlessly to Nappa.
The escort was finding it difficult to not pound heedlessly into his beautiful Raditz. The man had to be a virgin because he was unbelievably tight. He flicked his tongue out over his lips and rocked his waist gently, pushing his cock further inside the clenching heat. The sensation was wonderful to say the least and both men uttered approving moans. Nappa quickly shifted his pace and began thrusting firmly in and out of his lover's body. Raditz's waist bounced lightly with each movement, his muscles flexed and clenched around the intruding phallus and his chest rose and fell with short, excited pants. His dark eyes opened to stare lustfully into Nappa's when the man gripped his leaking shaft and pumped it with smooth steady strokes. The sorcerer's body was too hot for him to bare much longer; he hastened his movements and squeezed the dripping cock in his hand, drawing a startled shout from his love. The two of them rocked together for a little longer before Raditz emptied his seed into the escort's large palm. His muscles clamped down over the thickness inside his body and he was suddenly filled with a warm liquid. He squirmed a bit as Nappa pulled his spent member out of his passage and curled against his side. Nappa drew the covers over their sweaty forms and cuddled his sated lover until they both slipped into slumber.
Upstairs in the prince's bedchamber, Kakarot was rolling around on the floor with his fiery love. He and Vegeta had been arguing about the whole pregnancy decision and somehow they had ended up tumbling on the floor in anger, and then that anger had turned to passion. Hips ground confined erections into each other with frenzied need, hands pulled roughly on spiked locks or groped full curvy ass cheeks, mouths devoured hot flesh in steamy kisses and long legs tangled together sensuously. Kakarot finally dislodged himself from Vegeta's grasp and hauled the sweaty prince to his feet. He pushed him down onto the lush sheets of the bed and began tearing off the clothes that dared to stand between him and his lover's body. Vegeta snickered as muted curses passed Kakarot's lips when he came to a difficult knot in the prince's pant strings. He yanked hard on the abstinent ties and smirked when they broke away in his fist.
Vegeta grinned at his love and decided to surprise him. He leaned up quickly, catching Kakarot off guard and successfully flipped their positions so that he was now sitting on the man's long legs. Deft fingers made quick work of the knotted strings around his waist and pulled the tailored pants down over alluring hips. He flashed the prince a knowing smirk and traced the very tip of his index finger around the head of his cock, teasing the dewed slit with his nail before removing his hand completely. He leaned down and captured his lover's moan with his warm mouth.
Kakarot growled into his teasing mate's moist orifice and slapped his hand against firm ass cheeks. He snickered when Vegeta sat up with a startled squawk. Taking advantage of the situation, he rolled the lithe beauty back under himself and stripped away the thin pants he wore.
"Let that be a lesson to you not to tease, my love." He chuckled as his prince gave him a slightly annoyed glare and leaned in to kiss the pouting lips. His hands roamed over well-remembered silken skin, tracing familiar patterns in places that brought forth small gasps and breathy moans from the prince's elegant throat. Playful digits pinched and rolled peaked nipples, delighting in the way the prince arched in response. A hot tongue dips down the smooth curve of the prince's neck, wetting heated flesh and drawing an impatient groan from his lover's mouth. Kakarot grinned inwardly as he lied his body over Vegeta's and rocked against his slighter frame. The friction was like a spark of flame that began in their groins and burned a blazing trail of pleasure throughout every nerve. A mouth crushed against an equally hungry mouth, hips ground feverishly, hands slid up and down caressing sweaty bodies. Kakarot's mind was clouded with his love's scent and taste, he had to get more; he needed more of his prince. He felt as if he were burning inside, he needed to do something to relieve the consuming fire in his loins and he knew exactly what it was he had to do. Without a word of notice to his love he pulled his legs up high and hooked them over his shoulders, forcing Vegeta's body to lift off the mattress.
The smaller prince felt his face heat slightly when his ass left the warm softness of the bed and dangled a few inches above it. He moaned suddenly when Kakarot's slick fingers began probing between his cheeks, rubbing his tight ring of muscle with slow caresses. He wondered briefly where his love had gotten any oil, but the trivial thought flew from his mind when those digits pushed inside his body and began to stroke each sensitive burning inch of his inner walls. He squirmed and writhed as Kakarot plunged his fingers as far inside as he could, stretching Vegeta's passage in preparation and teasing him to even greater need at the same time. The prince arched and tossed his head as he clawed the bed sheets.
"Kakarot enough! I must have you inside, now." Vegeta fixed his lover with a passionate, commanding gaze. His voice was demanding, though he was certain the prince could hear the desire and pleading behind his sharp tone. He stared into amused; loving eyes and noted the sincere passion and affection that looked upon him. Kakarot was completely devoted to him, mind body and soul all burned ardently for him, and not just his body. His mate cared for his mind, his will and his spirit like none other ever had. Kakarot was safety, love, passion, and hope all in one courageous being. A being who happened to also have a sinfully delicious body. Vegeta smirked and wriggled over the penetrating fingers.
The taller prince grinned down at his sweaty mate and pressed his fingers against his heated body once more before withdrawing them. He was almost painfully aroused himself by now, but he could see that Vegeta was in much the same position. His eyes locked onto the droplets of pre cum that dripped down his lover's shaft. A soft groan escaped his parted lips at the sight and he quickly pushed his aching cock into his mate's hole. He moved with enough force to fully sheathe his erection inside Vegeta's body, but not enough to cause him more than a little discomfort. The heat around his shaft was more intense than he recalled, it was as if he were being embraced and stroked by swirling flames. His lover's body clenched and squeezed around his cock, rubbing hot moist tissue against his sensitive skin. He moaned loudly, his mind nearly overwhelmed by the silken fire of his love's body.
Warm hands grasped his hips and held him still as Kakarot's shaft slid out of his body and then plunged back inside. His muscles jerked and constricted as his walls were stroked and rubbed by his prince's pulsing cock. Pressure and pleasure, fire and passion all mingled and swirled through his senses, driving him up towards his peak in a whirlwind of sweat, moans, gasps, and writhing bodies. Dark eyes held equally black orbs in a silent demand for more that was immediately granted.
"Ugh! Kk-Kakaah-rot!" He let his head fall back as his body arched up and his hands clawed the mattress. He shouted his lover's name as the thick cock inside his body struck hard against a hypersensitive nub of nerves deep within. His lover took his leaking shaft in his hand and pumped it with three slow, powerful strokes and everything exploded inside of him. He howled his pleasure to anyone that could hear and covered his mate's hand and his own stomach in a shower of white cream. His mate slammed into his body and reached his own climax, emptying every drop of his warm seed inside his clenching walls.
The two princes snuggled together in a sated tangle of sweaty limbs and rumpled bed covers. They kissed tiredly and tightened their grips around one another. Kakarot smiled on his nuzzling mate.
"Vegeta, you are all right with the pregnancy are you not? It shan't be that bad I am certain." He nodded to himself and kissed his love's forehead. Vegeta snorted at him in response and tucked his head against Kakarot's warm chest. The taller prince yawned and was nearly asleep when he heard his beloved's drowsy retort.
"If that is so, then you shouldn't mind having the next one." Vegeta's lips quirked up as he drifted to sleep with a startled prince wrapped around him.
Owari
A.N. Yay it's finished! -=Snickers.=- six pages..I did say this was a short epilogue didn't I? Heh oh well. Review minna san!