Final Summary: In some universe or another, they were always connected. Goku held out his hand to Vegeta. "Let's go... Please." Vegeta looked to the sky. "Why not? There's nothing left here anyway." Their hands were warm, and so were the stars.

For years, I've been getting messages to do fics. I will give in this one time... If you've seen me on tumblr, this is a self-challenge, like I did in 2012 for PewDieCry September. You have asked for this. These fics are written in usually about an hour's time.

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Fandom: Dragon Ball

Pairing: Goku/Vegeta (KakaVege, whatever the hell else you call it), King Vegeta/Bardock (non-consensual)

Rating: M

Story: 1 of 30

Note: The Saiya-jin language is based on what random languages I know, put in a blender, and clawed at with Google Translate. Kakarotto is 13, Prince Vegeta is 18.

Setting: To kill a King or to wait. Prince Vegeta was never too patient

Circe

"... Nyt."

"Da."

"Nyt."

Prince Vegeta, soon to be King after the night was over, looked down to the small Saiya-jin that was continually denying him. Of course it would be one of Bardock's infants, as the damn General couldn't keep himself in line, let alone his youngest. The infant was reaching up to the Prince with pure awe and determination, wanting the elder male to carry him. The Prince growled, looking to the doors that he was trying to get to.

'To freedom.'

"Da, fryhet ist circe."

"Fryhet? Was?"

Of course, the infant was too young to think of such things. The only thoughts on Kakarotto's mind were probably his family companions, food and-

"Vegeta! Was? Ah, a bet! Du ist fetig!"

The Prince himself. Since Bardock had actually rallied the Saiya-jin army and led the assault against Freeza, King Vegeta had allowed the now-General and his family companions to remain in the Palais with the Royal Family, assuring that they would reap all honors that they deserved. The pride of the King, however, was something of a bane, rather than a boon. King Vegeta did not like being ordered around by a low-class warrior, one made only to serve in battle and die in battle. Often, the King would call upon Bardock. During these nights, Prince Vegeta could smell the musk of mating all the way in his room; though to be fair, his room was next to the King's chambers.

It was during these nights that Kakarotto would leave the room that he and Raditz shared, toddled quickly to the Prince's room, and curled up against him, whimpering at the smell that overtook his body that had not yet come adolescence, that at times required the touch of the Prince to soothe. He would whimper and purr and the Prince would take the sweet sounds from his tongue, using his hand as the receiving well for Kakarotto's still transparent seed, the sign of his youth that held the taste of sweetness.

"Nyt, ich ist fetig ncht." Kakarotto frowned, pouting. His tail thrashed a bit behind him. He took in a deep breath, trying to figure out his Prince. If he wasn't tired and didn't want to go to bed, then what-

Prince Vegeta moved to cover his nose, but Kakarotto came forward and held him without hesitation, burying his face against the elder male's side. The Prince stroked the back of Kakarotto's head with his tail. Their sires were doing things behind the doors again. Yet, Prince Vegeta knew that when he opened the door after the noises were done, he would be able to do it.

To kill his father would be a blessing to his people, to those that fought with honor and pride in their veins.

Not this monster that began to use his low-ranked warriors for his own conquest by reclaiming all of Freeza's and stating that he did it all on his own. Without him, there would be no cause of the low-ranked Saiya-jin to hate their world; there would be no reason for them to leave or be sent off, like his own younger brother was - serenity was something rare in Saiya-jin but not hated... more treasured, as it gave way for docile individuals whose charisma was unmatched; there would be no reason to wonder if the King had sent the Prince to the Acro-jin to be trained, to have inside access to kill the Acro-jin, or to be rid of his only heir that could defy him...

"Vegeta..." Kakarotto whimpered against his armor.

There would be no reason for Kakarotto to have fear of him.

"Kakarotto... All ist ben."

There would be no reason to hear Bardock - his mentor, trainer, and tutor - to be ashamed to look at his infants as he stood tall every day, ignoring the pain that Prince Vegeta knew was only growing worse as the days continued.

"Verly?"

"Da, verly."

The noise behind the door continued, and the Prince led the other male by the hand to the small alcove just before the King's chambers, one that he and Raditz used to share stories with of their travels and their studies. Setting Kakarotto on the small seat there, Prince Vegeta wondered with how many more of Bardock's family he could have companion-care with.

But, Prince Vegeta thought, as he pulled off the younger male's armor, pressing kisses that the boy might have been too young to quite understand - if not for the moans and fingers in his hair to tell him otherwise - he thought that Kakarotto would probably be the last one he would bond so intimately with. The soft, light skin that reminded him of a full moon, the dark hair that reminded him of the night sky during the Black Moon, and the serenity that Prince Vegeta had always been taught to be a bad thing but found surprisingly endearing in the small Saiya-jin...

"Ta... Ve-"

He pressed his fingers into Kakarotto's mouth, thrusting them slowly.

"Tai-Du." The wet heat around his fingers made him think of how much he wanted the sensation on other places of his body, punctuated by the moans that Kakarotto was letting spill out. The younger male's musk was not so heavy as their sires', and Prince Vegeta was thankful for it. "Dsfrut-Du, Kakarotto, y ich geben ill du mera."

Kakarotto nodded at the promise of more, eyes unfocused and mouth relaxed. He parted his lips around the Prince's fingers, though, and mumbled out a few words.

"Ni wei..."

Prince Vegeta looked up at the smaller male. Two...

"Ni wei?"

Kakarotto nodded.

"Töten dei saiya, u du warte."

Prince Vegeta distracted himself for a moment, stroking the male's tail and choking down those wonderful, sweet moans with three fingers instead of two. Kill his sire... or wait. He licked his way down the boy that was freely given to him, smiling as Kakarotto covered his own mouth to obey his Prince, and licked at the small entrance that he found, smiling as the natural musk from Kakarotto's tail base triggered the release of fluids from the small body beneath his own. He could understand for a moment; if his attraction for Kakarotto ran so deeply, perhaps his sire saw the same in Bardock.

But, as Kakarotto arched underneath him and whispered the older Saiya-jin's name like a Moon Litany, as though this were a secret that no-one else but the small alcove, could discover, Prince Vegeta realised that his sire did not care for Bardock in the same way. Bardock, who glared at the King's back, who herded his sons away from the King whenever socially appropriate, who trained Prince Vegeta away from the King's sight unless necessary.

"-ta!" Kakarotto curled towards him, seeking balance and stability from the Prince, holding onto his shoulders and gasping for breath at every thrust.

'Freedom.'

He released inside of Kakarotto, purring softly as the younger Saiya-jin's seed fell against his armor and on the other's lower belly. As Kakarotto tried to regain himself, the Prince dressed him. The younger male was completely devoid of energy, however.

"Fir du, Kakarotto."

'Freedom.'

As he listened, Prince Vegeta heard nothing. Nothing save Kakarotto's soft, sleepy breathing.

The Prince hurried to the door of his sire's chambers, opening it with a quick gesture.

There stood his sire, weakened by a now-beaten Bardock who growled in defiance at the male that had taken all from him with the gestures of his hand.

"Sohn."

"Saiya-König."

Both son and sire fell into offensive stance.

Kakarotto whimpered in the alcove. He felt his Prince's seed stir inside of him, alive with energy. He could smell blood emerging from behind the door of the King. When he recognized whose it was...

"Vegeta."

8 October 2015 - 10:18 PM - Total time: 40 minutes

Note: I found myself messing with German.