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Youkai Nushi (Demon Lover) By chibi_vegeta This is rushed and un-beta'd...most definitely not my best...but I did promise a Halloween fic, even if no one else wants to contribute... Ahm... Strong R rating, clumsy lemon, saiya-jinism, OOC, A/U... GkxVg Disclaimer: oh please... Archive: who'd want to? What was once the thick carcass of a grazing beast still roasted over a tidy fire built in the lee of a weatherworn hillside. Whole haunches had been torn from the feast, bones showing through in other places where the meat had been stripped away. Three bulky figures gathered to one side of their meal while, slightly distanced, a slender and more compact figure completed the small hunting group. The sleek black of his training suit made the young prince of Vegeta-sei almost invisible against the night as he surveyed his companions, only the faint glow of boots and gloves gave him away. Lounging against an outcrop of rock at the edge of the circle of firelight he tuned out the low voices of his companions and mused on why he was here in the first place. Bardock, much fêted hero of the unexpected showdown with Frieza, and newly come to the King's bed, had somehow convinced Vegeta's father that his sons would be the perfect companions to the prince. And, despite said prince's protestations against it, his days of solitary training came to an abrupt halt, much to his disgust. And so it was that he ended up here on the rolling plains, himself and his guard, Nappa, and Bardock's two brats. At seventeen, Kakarrot was just beginning to mature into a warrior. It was customary that he prove himself by providing for himself and chosen witnesses in the wild for a ten-day week. With the prince there to validate his abilities, and Radditz to give him both moral and tactical support, Kakarrot was halfway to proving his adulthood. He was especially pleased that it came on the night of the New Moon, when the seasonal tide of Vegeta-sei's moon finally tilted back again toward its captor. From this night on, the wait for the full of the moon and wild celebration of Oozaru itself, would only get shorter, and was celebrated nearly as much as the apex itself. As the next four years passed, all saiya-jins would be creating bonds and companionship in anticipation of Oozaru packs to be formed. It seemed the ouji's choices would be limited, but he found that he was oddly content with the company he had. The two brothers bracketed him in age, and both were laid-back and not hard to look at. Tail twitching, the young prince's gaze came to rest on Radditz' distinctive mane of hair. He was crouched over, drawing some picture or other in the dirt by the fire, explaining strategy to his younger brother. Radditz was a few years older than himself, brawny and strong, and with an enthusiasm for carnage that was distinctive to their race. He also had the longest tail the prince had ever seen. Vegeta found him both tempting and somewhat intimidating, his size alone enough to make Vegeta hesitate. Kakarrot though... Vegeta found himself scrutinizing the younger of Bardock's cubs. Tall enough without being imposing, well made and with satiny pale skin stretched over perfectly toned muscle. The crooked wave of spiked hair was nearly flirtatious, especially when Kakarrot tilted his head and sent a little grin at him. Suddenly caught staring, Vegeta felt his cheeks flush as he forced himself to look away, tail flicking in annoyance. He found himself staring into Nappa's watchful black eyes, like a child caught with his hand in the sweets jar. Scowling at the fleeting look of amusement on the guard's face, Vegeta swallowed a growl and shifted just beyond the edge of shadow. Folding his arms and resting his head back against the rock, he listened in on the camp talk. "What's it like, Radditz?" Kakarrot grinned excitedly. "To go Oozaru?" Radditz snorted and shook his head at his younger brother. "You'll find out soon enough, cub." He smirked. "If you can handle it." "Awww come on, 'Ditzu..." The youngest whined. "Tell me!" "Don't call me that! I'm not a chibi saru like you are..." Radditz growled and crunched through a bone he'd been nursing. The scarred guard smirked at the older of the two. "He's not telling, Kakarrot, because he can't remember." Radditz snorted and sneered at the guard. "You know, old man, I bet I can kick your ass..." Nappa folded his arms and laughed outright. "Oh I'd love to give you the chance to try, Radditz, but don't count youth on your side." He smirked at the infuriated blush on the younger saiya-jin's cheeks. "Experience will trump enthusiasm every time. Besides, tonight is not a night for fighting." "Tch!" Radditz puffed his chest out. "Every night is a night for fighting. Or are you just looking for an excuse to back down?" Kakarrot followed the entire conversation with both a certain amusement, and a depth of longing to finally be accepted among the adult saiya-jins. He was of age, he'd been through the customs, but something lacked. He feared he wouldn't truly be accepted in the Oozaru pack until he'd proven himself in battle. He had respect for the former general, now promoted to the protection of their prince; his experience was extensive and impressive. He grinned as he remembered there was even a drinking song about his exploits with both women and war. But Radditz was his brother, and filial duty required that he at least support him. In his indecision, Kakarrot finally settled for listening and stripping the remaining bones of their meat, cracking the heavier ones and sucking out the fat-rich marrow. Nappa snorted at the maned saiya-jin. "There's more to us than fighting and fucking, Radditz. But since you're only first class..." The hardened warrior let the insult sink in as Radditz struggled for repartee. The elder brother traced a twig idly through the dirt and ash around the fire. "You elites are too inbred anyway." He smirked. Shaking his head, Nappa lowered his voice, forcing Vegeta to strain just a little to hear him. "We have a depth of power that most of us never see, idiot." He narrowed his eyes at the impulsive youngster. "That's why the gods hate us, curse us at every step." His grin turned wolfish. "They try to keep us down so that we cannot realize our full potential, because then..." His voice dropped even more, "then we'd be stronger than the gods themselves..." Kakarrot's eyes widened, his tail puffing slightly and curling. "What do you mean, Nappa? 'Stronger than the gods'?" The great bald head nodded. "Hai, we're the nightmare of the gods, meant to challenge them, to keep them strong, and if they can't withstand us then all the universe will fall to us." The glow of the coals lit the fierce grin on the older warrior's face, accenting the hollows of his scarred face, a frightening aspect, even to those who knew him. Radditz grunted. "You keep telling us about this "super saiya-jin", but no matter how hard the Ou has tried he hasn't been able to reach it. What about that, huh?" Nappa growled. "You disrespect the Ou, boy, and I'll pound you into the ground personally. Just because he hasn't gotten there yet doesn't mean he can't. And maybe it won't be him, it might be Vegeta, or Vegeta's cub who transforms." "I still say it's all a fairy-tale made up to keep us training, hell the gods aren't stopping us from taking over whatever planets we want, anyway." "You're a fool, Radditz. Why do you think so few females are being born now? Why do you think we keep finding stronger and harsher foes? The ice-jin alone are as powerful as we are, what makes you think the gods haven't planned it that way? What makes you think they aren't trying to destroy us? Just because you haven't seen it in your whole twenty-five years?" The derision in the general's voice was enough to bring color to the younger warrior's cheeks. "I didn't say that, I just think it's damned unlikely, that's all..." He trailed off, not sure how to back up his opinion. The tension around the fire grew until Kakarrot interrupted. "I've only heard old stories about the super saiya-jin, Nappa. That the first went insane and destroyed himself and nearly all of the saiya-jin with him." He turned a big-eyed look on the older warrior, obviously pleading for the tale. With a grunt, Nappa made himself comfortable and tilted his head back, gazing up at the stars that blanketed Vegeta-sei's blood-dark sky. "Hn, there isn't much to it, really. The super saiya-jin is supposed to be the demonic ancestor of us all, with unlimited power and skill. They say his hair and fur are golden with ki, and his eyes are like fiery jade." Kakarrot hunkered down, his eyes alight with interest, and even Radditz listened intently. The prince eavesdropped even as he, too, gazed up at the stars. "It's said that he can destroy planets with a glance, taking over whole galaxies in a matter of months, and that he manifests on the darkest nights to stalk and feed on the blood of saiya-jin royalty." Three pairs of ebony eyes turned to the shadows that hid their prince, they knew he was there, his ki obvious to them. Kakarrot grinned at the faint snort of disdain from the darkness. "But Nappa, I thought the House of Vegeta was the strongest of the saiya-jin?" "Hai," the old warrior nodded, "but the super saiya-jin has other powers too..." The youngest's eyes grew even wider, if possible, the night and the flicker of the fire only lending to the surreal sense of the story. His voice cracked as he swallowed nervously. "Other powers?" Nappa frowned, becoming utterly serious. "They say the super saiya-jin can transform into whatever his victim desires most. That he can stalk silently, like a ghost, and take his prey unawares, or even seduce him before tearing out his throat." Kakarrot blinked, his tail frizzing out behind him like a young cub's. "Wow..." "Pfft..." Radditz tossed his stick into the dying fire. "He's trying to scare you, chibi saru. Like I said, it's just a stupid story." Blinking between his brother and the general, Kakarrot wasn't certain what to believe. But before he could make up his mind, Nappa just smirked and rolled onto his side, his back to the fire. "Believe what you will, cub, but don't wander too far tonight, they say absolute darkness calls to the super saiya-jin." With a grunt of contempt, Radditz curled up on the opposite side of the fire and made himself comfortable as well. "Don't worry about it, 'Rotto, he's just trying to scare you..." Kakarrot sensed that both of the older fighters were sincere, but one of them had to be wrong, didn't he? Radditz was confident this 'super saiya-jin' didn't exist, but Nappa, more experienced and worldly, assured them that it was real. Eyes darting around at the deeper shadows of the night around them, Kakarrot wasn't sure he wanted to take the chance. The snores from around the dying campfire made him all the more aware of how alone he was. He pushed up from the ground and started tentatively toward the darkness behind the rocky outcrop, sure the prince had last been there. "Vegeta...?" He stepped deeper into shadow, eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. He could see where the slope tumbled away from the rounded ledge they camped on and into a thicket of trees that huddled against the lower hillside. Kakarrot's tail puffed a little bigger as he started into the thickening brush, he didn't want to be alone and the prince really shouldn't be out here by himself, either. "Vegeta..." He called out again, his voice sounding oddly hollow and soft, as if muffled by the darkness. He moved a little deeper into the wood, the trunks of the trees looming at him from shadow, luminous moss on the lower bark casting a fey and golden light that was at first barely discernible, but now growing in intensity as he stepped further into the trees. Kakarrot could feel the hair on the nape of his neck lift as he recalled Nappa's words. "Believe what you will, cub, but don't wander too far..." Maybe they were trying to scare him, Nappa and Radditz both, maybe they'd planned to freak him out as part of the testing. He didn't know what to think, and his steps through the rustling undergrowth quickened as he sought out the prince. Vegeta would know whether it was a hoax or not, the ouji had always been straightforward with him. "Vegeta!?" **** The prince had begun his walk once Nappa's tale of the super saiya-jin had turned to the connection with royal blood. Vegeta didn't like hearing the old story anyway, and there were parts of the legend that even the old general didn't know, things that were only handed down by word of mouth through the royal family. The part about the royal bloodline carrying the gene was true, in a way. It seemed that the legendary had a taste for royal flesh, and sought them out to take and mate, leaving the one taken to bear the next line of super saiya-jin genes. For that to happen meant that the royal chosen would be dominated and made submissive by the super saiya-jin. Vegeta paled as he considered it, skin tingling with excitement despite his fear. A super saiya-jin would make such a fantastic mate, so strong that its offspring would surely rule whole galaxies. The prince shuddered, his tail bristling as it wrapped protectively around his waist. He couldn't imagine what such a creature would look like, or even what its motives could be. Maybe Nappa was right when he said it was a demon who had fathered their race. Vegeta's head snapped up as he heard a distant sound, his feet coming to a stop just before the edge of a narrow stream. Starlight gleamed from the water as the prince's flame of hair canted to one side, his entire body still as he listened. There was something out there. The prince took a breath, his tail snapping in agitation. It was probably only some nocturnal grazer or leaf-eater, he scoffed, surely nothing for Vegeta to trouble himself about. But why, then, did he feel like he was being stalked? The rustle of leaves and twigs alerted him to his left, his eyes darting in that direction as he crouched defensively, his tail extended for balance. Gilded spikes of hair could be seen as a bulkier figure stepped into a gap in the trees, and Vegeta's heart seemed to stop in his chest. "Vegeta?" The glow faded as Kakarrot moved out into the clearing and away from the reflection of the radiant moss. Vegeta blinked in confusion, his heart leaping into his throat as he realized it was only Bardock's younger cub. He breathed a gasp of relief, his heart pounding harder in his chest now that fear no longer clenched it. "Kakarrot, you idiot!!" The younger saiya-jin jumped in surprise, laughing nervously as the prince suddenly loomed at him from the darkness. The flash of starlight in the ebony of his eyes and the clench of his fists unexpectedly sent a surge of attraction up Kakarrot's spine. He leaned forward and sniffed at the air around the prince, his tail looping distractedly behind him. "Didn't mean to scare you, 'Geta...heh..." He smiled sheepishly at the young royal, fighting to suppress the desire to step closer. "Hmph." Vegeta folded his arms and scowled. "You did not 'scare' me..." He looked away, his cheeks flushing, grateful for the darkness that covered it. "Well I'm still sorry, Vegeta." Kakarrot smiled and made a vague gesture. "For whatever..." He shuffled his feet, loathe to admit his own fear within the oddly glowing woods. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" "Feh..." The prince shrugged. "I was just thinking about some things is all." "What kind of things, Vegeta?" Kakarrot folded his legs and dropped to the cushion of grass in the small clearing, smiling up at his prince. "Just...things..." Vegeta turned slightly, looking up at the stars above the treeline. "Ah..." Kakarrot nodded and let silence fall between them for a few moments, then found himself blurting out to the prince. "Am I ok, Vegeta? I mean..." The younger saiya-jin wrapped his arms around his knees and stared down nervously. "Will I be... acceptable? To the Oozaru pack?" He felt his cheeks heat as he awaited the prince's reply. He was surprised when the ouji dropped to the grass beside him and propped his chin on his fists. "I don't know, Kakarrot..." He frowned, not sure how to phrase what he meant. "I am not the pack, though I would be its leader. But to me, you're nearly perfect..." Vegeta blinked, coughing to catch whatever other confessions might unexpectedly fall from his lips, and blushing at the blatant nature of the words themselves. He moved to push up from the grass but found his wrist caught in the other's strong hand, his gaze fixed by the other's velvety black eyes. "No, Vegeta...stay..." The prince's heart skipped again as he heard the low intensity of the other's voice and even though he was drawn slowly closer to the younger saiya-jin, he simply could not find the will to resist. Strong arms wrapped around him and drew them closer, and Vegeta could feel warm breaths fanning just beneath his ear as Kakarrot nuzzled his throat. Vegeta could feel his pulse pounding against silky lips, and found his breath catching as a possessive tail wrapped around him and drew him down to the grass. Kakarrot pressed him back and stretched out over the prince, burying his nose into the thick fragrant flame of hair. The ouji struggled to regain control of his senses, but the warm perfume of the other's skin lulled him, wending around the barriers of his self control, leaving him languid and eager to taste the mouth that covered his own. His head spun, and it felt as if his ki were being drawn out of him along with his breath. His body arched and writhed, helpless as strong hands stripped him bare and stroked him to trembling anticipation. He gazed up into fiery ebony eyes, and found himself hypnotized. Kakarrot's aspect had changed somehow, become more primal and angled, the thick spikes of his hair shifting as if toyed with by a breeze. He was unable to protest, and even arched helpfully as the younger saiya-jin settled himself between the prince's thighs. A barb of panic shot through Vegeta; he was pinned down and vulnerable to the other, the gaze above him sharper now, and more predatory. Kakarrot's soft, throaty growl both excited him and made his stomach tighten. He felt sensitive spots exploited, the low cries coaxed from his throat sounded pleading to his ears before they were again muffled by silken lips. He was entranced, and terrified, as golden light began to coalesce around Kakarrot; the surge of ki lifting his hair and sending sparks of energy flashing between them. His body seemed possessed, legs wrapping willingly around lean hips as his head tilted back and offered his throat. Vegeta felt a sudden sense of destined sacrifice as he gave himself up to searing pleasure and the possession of the feral saiya-jin. There was a rush and roar as Kakarrot's ki surged; his hair whipped and flashed to gold, his eyes melting into glittering teal as his hips plunged forward and claimed his legendary rights. Screams were torn from both throats as pain and pleasure melded into singular sensation, wrapping around and lancing through them both, limbs twined and clung as they rocked in an increasing frenzy, seeking completion of both self and fate. Sharp teeth flashed, sinking into golden flesh, and Vegeta's consciousness fled before the onrush of ecstasy, his eyes rolling up into his head even as pure radiance filled his sight. Power crackled and surged, bursts of light illuminated the night then died slowly out. Quiet settled over the wood and darkness reigned once again. **** Vegeta woke to a humid and gray day. He sat up and rubbed the sleep and ashy grit of the fire from his eyes. He didn't remember coming back to the camp. He scowled with annoyance. Had he dreamt up the whole thing? He eyed the sleeping lumps that were Nappa, Radditz, and the latter's younger brother. Kakarrot was a super saiya-jin? He grinned. No way, he hadn't even gone Oozaru yet, there was no way the youngster could attain the coveted state, though Vegeta would hardly turn him out of the furs for that. Radditz' little brother was indeed coming of age, and the prince had decided that when the time for Oozaru came, he'd be waiting. He sighed and almost laughed at himself. But it was then that Kakarrot shifted in his sleep, the loose cloth of his plain gi dropping from one shoulder, to expose a set of perfect crescent marks on the curve of his throat. Back to Guest Fiction Main Page |