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Jizzerella	By : AlphaLightBearer Category: -Misc Anime > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z and all the characters were created by Akira Toriyama. I'm only expanding on the Saiyan species. No money is being made.

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"It's nice."

"It fits ya."

"Ya look hot. Gine is so lucky."

Bardock looked at his reflection, "doesn't it look odd on me?"

"I learned this style from Yardrat. It's top fashion!" Seripa puffed his chest out and waved his tail up and down, proud of his work, "it's what I'm wearin'."

"I won't even be able to fly in this thing!" Bardock turned around to see the outfit properly. "I can hardly move in it!"

Panbukin chuckled, "hey, you can always ride me~ I'll fly you to the gala!"

"You just want in on that." Totapo said humorously.

"And who can blame him," Gine added, "Bardock has always been a looker."

Bardock blushed and placed his mask on. The part inside the nose contained petals of local flora, designed to impede the user from picking up smells. It's how all masks were designed. As a creature oriented by scents, the mask by itself would serve no purpose. The mask was made to blind a Saiyan's sense of smell.

"My hair will give me away." Bardock stated morosely.

"Here," Seripa found a band and tied Bardock's hair down. "Done. Unrecognizable."

Bardock sighed, "Well, let's do this thing. Coming, Seripa?"

"Oh, no, I'll be there later. I still need to tweak my gear some more. I wouldn't wanna be upstaged by a third class."

Bardock laughed, "very well then, I'm heading off... T-thanks, guys. For all your help." Bardock saluted his team and took off.
He never notice he was being followed by a group of high ranking soldiers until it was too late.

Bardock was halfway there when he was tackled to the ground. His outfit tore and his mask fell off.

"The hell-" Bardock dodged a fist aimed for his head. He jumped away from a roundhouse kick and landed a few feet away from his assailants.

"What the fuck are ya doing?!"

"We were sent here to stop you." One soldier said.

"Who the fuck- Zorn." Bardock turned when he heard a deep chuckle coming from the shadows.

Out stepped the elite guard himself, he was donning his outfit and his mask was in one hand. "I told you, Bardock. I wouldn't say a word that you were coming to the ball, because what would be the point? I wasn't going to let a low class scum enchant the King with his subtle ways."

"What are ya talking about?!" Bardock took a defensive stance, his tail coiled up around his midsection. He noticed four more Saiyans around him.

~Seven in total. I'm outnumbered! Bardock gulped, never taking his eyes off Zorn, he was the most dangerous.

"We will not allow a third class into the throne!" Zorn snapped his fingers and his soldiers attacked. Bardock deflected the first few punches but it was obvious he was outmatched.
Soon, fists were flying and making full body contact. Bardock felt a few ribs crack, and his nose break. He couldn't handle the situation by himself, and for the first time ever, Bardock fled. Or tried to. One of the soldiers took hold of his tail and Bardock's world went dark.

Soft light coming from a fireplace woke Bardock up. He was lain in a sturdy bed made of hay, and naked.

"Why am I not surprised..." He got up, expecting to feel the bruises from his battle with Zorn but felt nothing.

"What the- This is turning out to be some night..."

"Oh, you're awake!" An old Saiyan appeared from the opposing room.

"Who are you, and how did I get here?" Bardock's tone went dark.

"Worry not, you're safe now. I took care of your injuries for you." The ancient looking Saiyan said cheerfully, "but I wasn't able to fix your getup, unfortunately. It was fucked up beyond any repair."

"You're a sassy one." Bardock stood up from the bed, "well. I guess I won't be going anywhere."

"Not at all! I have a very nice outfit you can wear. It belonged to my brat before he was killed in battle."

"It's fine, really."

The old Saiyan ignored Bardock and took out clothes from a dusty chest. "Try these on!"

Bardock sighed and complied. The outfit turned out to be quite nice once he was done putting it on. It accentuated his curves and muscles, and left little to the imagination.

"I can't accept this..."

"Oh, nonsense, it's yours."

"No, I mean- I can't accept this. I don't even have a mask-"

"Here you go!" The host provided almost too easily.
Bardock stared at the mask for a while, it was quite beautiful, then stared at the old Saiyan and squinted at him. "Alright, what's the catch?"

"No catch. I just saw how those elite soldiers attacked you and then gang banged you-"

"Oh, gods..." Bardock groaned and pinched his nose.

"And left you there for dead, and I felt so bad that you would miss out on a night like this, and sad that my offspring's outfit had no owner. It just clicked."

"There's always an ulterior motive."

"Yes, that you enjoy yourself!" The kind Saiyan said cheerfully and pushed Bardock out of the old hut.

"Now, be sure to tie your hair."

Bardock turned to tie his hair up, "fine, I'll bite. But you better not be-" When Bardock finished getting his hair up, he looked back at the dilapidated house but it was no longer there.
Bardock stood stock still for a while. His eyes the size of saucers. No sound came from his mouth as he gazed upon the empty lot where the house and the old Saiyan had been.

"What. The. Fuck."

Bardock's tail frizzed up and he slowly tucked it around his waist. "I'll just say that I musta bumped my head very hard."

Minutes later, the scantily clad Saiyan arrived at the palace. He touched ground and entered. All Saiyans that looked at him went quiet. Soon, everyone around Bardock was ogling at him. Bardock felt his temperature rise and decided that the quicker he met with the King and told him about tonight's happenings, the quicker he could leave and not be stared at by a bunch of higher ranked Saiyans. Bardock didn't enjoy being the center of attention, not under these circumstances.

"You are a gorgeous specimen, may I have your name, stranger?"

Speak of the devil. Bardock pulled the King to the side behind big red curtains, away from any onlookers.

"Vee, it's me!" Bardock stage whispered to the King.

"Lords almighty, Bardock?!" The King whispered back.

Both raised their masks.

"Vee, something weird happened. After I got attacked by Zorn and his lackeys, they... had their way with me and destroyed my original outfit. But that's not the weird part-"

"That bastard, I will have his head-"

"Dontcha get it, Vee? This is regular happenings among the lower class and higher ranks. He didn't do anything out of the norm! They fear we're getting stronger, and that's partially my fault. They wanna keep us 'in line'. Zorn mentioned something about me ascending to the Throne." Bardock laughed incredulously.

"Well, after seeing you in that getup, I really must ask you to reconsider becoming mine-"

"Focus, Vee!"

The King sighed. "You can tell me all that happened in greater detail later. Meet me in my quarters at mid cycle. That should give us plenty of time to mingle and you can get your fix."

Bardock pulled his mask down to hide his blush. The King only chuckled.

"I shall have you tonight once the party dies down."

Bardock tried changing subjects. "W-where's that booth ya mentioned?"

"Right over here." The King pulled his mask down as well and joined the fray, Bardock followed.
King Vegeta neared a tall booth with a hole near the middle and opened it, "be my guest," the King held the door open and Bardock stepped in. The Saiyans who were watching immediately crowded the area, intent on getting their dick serviced by that delicious looking creature.
The King had himself serviced first, and after he was done he walked away and joined the party. All this was observed by a Saiyan hidden in the shadows of the inside balcony.

"I will have the King tonight, Bardy. Not you." Turles turned around and got ready to set in motion his newly formulated plan. He'd ask an acquaintance to keep Bardock busy while he took very good care of the King.

Turles arrived at the elite's forge. The trip wasn't long at all. The elites were stationed near the palace, after all.

A knock on the door made it open and Turles smiled, "Toma! Nice to see you."

"Turles? What are you doing here?"

"Wondering why you're not at the party." Turles let himself in and settled on the elite's couch.

"You know I have no interest in those kind of things."

"I know you have interest in one thing... He's there."

"Who?"

"Your sweetheart. The Saiyan you long for."

"He is?!"

"And he's currently in a glory hole booth, sucking off hundreds of soldiers."

"WHAT?!" Toma nearly yelled and dashed to his sleeping room.

Turles leaned over the couch to watch as Toma quickly changed into his elite armor. "You're wearing that thing?" He called out.

"I have a mission come midnight. I need to be prepared so I can spend as much time as possible with him." Toma came out wearing his battle gear. "Ya think he'll like me?"

"He'll like your cock." Turles winked. "Do remember your mask." Turles stood up to leave.

"Hey!" Toma called out to Turles' retreating back, "thanks for hooking me up, I owe you one."

"Oh, no," Turles turned and gave him a shit eating grin, "the pleasure will be all mine."

"Oh, yes! This one's good. You have to try him."

"But look at the line! There is no way I'm getting a-"

"Step aside."

The two Saiyans chatting with each other looked behind and saw an elite soldier standing there with an expression that said 'get out of my way or die'.

"Hmph." The one Saiyan in line stepped aside and let the higher ranking Saiyan pass him.

Toma reached the booth and the Saiyan currently being serviced by his objective. Toma grabbed him by the hair and flung him across the room.

"Hey- I wasn't done with ya!" Came a voice from inside the booth.

"Don't you worry, you'll have MY cock to pleasure for the rest of the night." Toma emphasised his intentions to the Saiyans waiting in line. They grumbled and cursed but none of them dared to defy an elite.

"Ha! I'll be the judge of that. If I don't like it I ain't sucking." Came Bardock's voice again.

"Oh trust me," Toma took out his shaft and started massaging it, "you'll enjoy my tool."

Bardock did a double take. This Saiyan sounded so sure of his junk.

"Ya better put your money where your mouth is."

"I wouldn't worry about that. I have plenty to spare."

An elite then. Bardock groaned. They were all so full of themselves, and arrogant and-

~OH MY GODS.

Bardock stared as a cock in front of him started entering through the hole.

~It must be a foot long- no, even more!

"Why so quiet all of a sudden? Cock got your tongue?" Toma's cocky voice broke the spell.

"Oh, you better have a good backup for yer words." Bardock risked taking his mask off and smelled the shaft in front of him.

By the gods, it smelled divine; spicy and musky and all the good ways a dick ought to smell.
He took a tentative lick and his brain blew a fuse. It tasted even better than it smelled! Bardock couldn't believe it. He sucked in the head and moaned together with the owner.
The dick was perfection; a hot rod surrounded by soft silky skin and a glorious taste. Bardock felt like crying, he had finally found his dream dick. If only it didn't belong to an arrogant elite...

"Did you die in there, 'Dock?"

Bardock paused and separated himself from his find, "you know me?" He whispered.

Toma leaned in close to the booth so others couldn't hear, "I've known you ever since you turned of age... I- I've been dying to meet you but- Well, you know. A soldier elite lusting after a third class who, by the way, is powerful enough to join the elite ranks, is kinda strange."

Bardock was about to interrupt but the stranger continued, "but I get it. I wouldn't wanna join a bunch of stuck up morons so full of themselves either. But my whole family is elite. I didn't have a choice..."

A self conscious elite AND with the perfect cock? Bardock definitely hit the gold pot. But as things stood, they could never be together. Bardock wasn't going to change his status and he doubted anyone would want to abandon their rank just to be with a low class soldier. Be that as it may, Bardock was not going to miss the chance to suck on the best tasting dick he had tasted in his life.

"I'm gonna enjoy this far more than I should." Bardock took a deep breath and proceeded to love on this masterpiece.

Toma moaned loudly and leaned on the booth for purchase. Everything he had ever heard about the master cock sucker was confirmed and more.

"You are amazing, 'Dock. I can't believe it's finally happening- Ahhh!"

Bardock deep throated and swallowed around the mystery Saiyan's cock. This was the first time he encountered an elite that wasn't against expressing their emotions. He was reminded of Gine. He started sucking harder.

"Mmmm- Fuck! I'd give anything to be with you, even if it's forbidden. I'd give up my rank for you, Bardock."

The scarred Saiyan groaned around the cock and took out his own, he started rubbing it with an increasing pace.

"After this night is over, I'll start courting you properly. If you allow me."

"Mmmmmm!" Bardock was getting close and he could tell the other Saiyan was trying his best to hold back.

"Give me all ya got." That was the last coherent thought that crossed Bardock's mind. The mystery Saiyan ejaculated in his mouth and that triggered Bardock's own orgasm.

"Oh, GODS!!!" The stranger shouted for the world to hear.

Bardock was still mind blown from the taste of the other's cum. It was perfect. Bardock had finally found his mate. He felt completed at last.

The mystery Saiyan removed his dick from the hole and peeked in, anxious to look at the Saiyan inside, "I'm T-"

A large beep went off in Toma's pocket. His scouter started beeping relentlessly, "SHIT! I'M LATE!!!" Toma took off to the landing docks without another word.

Bardock noticed his Cock Prince left and sobered up. "WAIT!"

He climbed up with difficulty, his legs had gone numb by now, and exited the small stall.
Gasps came from every direction. Bardock had forgotten to put his mask back down, his hair band had come off, and now everybody knew a third class was amongst them.

"Shit!" Bardock spotted a running soldier and took off in the direction of the fugitive Saiyan. He didn't care what others thought about him being there. The King HAD invited him personally. He'd done nothing wrong except let his mystery Cock Prince run away.

"STOP!"

It was no use, the other Saiyan was just too fast. Bardock reached the landing dock just in time to see a small space pod take off into the air.

"DAMMIT!" Bardock fell to his knees and wailed.

"I WILL find you," he growled. "Mark my words I will find you!"
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