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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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Turles was feeling quite smug with himself. He had fooled the King, tricked him into breeding him, and left before King Vegeta found out he had royally screwed up.
The trickster put on his clothes and left the sleeping king on the bed of furs he had put together that night. He left down the halls of the palace, quickly making his getaway before he was noticed. Now all he had to do was wait for the child to be bigger and come out in public, accusing the King of breeding him without the bite mark. The King would be pressed into biting Turles and claiming him as his consort. Turles would gain enough power to-

"AGH!" Turles felt a brutal punch to his lower abdomen. Blood spilled from his mouth as he fell to his knees. "What have you done?!" He growled through his teeth. He craned his neck to see his attacker before receiving a kick to his face, it sent him flying down the corridor he had just walked by, happy with the turn of events, glad that he would soon rise in power.

"One rule you should always keep in mind, Turles. Bad things have a funny way of happening to the worst of us."

"N-n-Nappa-"

The elite guard rushed him and punched him square in the jaw. Turles went flying against the wall, breaking stone, and leaving a sizeable crater in his wake.

"P-plea-"

Nappa attacked him once again. Fists went flying in every direction. Turles was helpless against the stronger Saiyan. When Nappa's attacks stopped, he spoke again.

"You are a traitor to the Crown. How dare you use our King's brood for your ulterior motives!"

"Y-you- Are k-killing it!"

"That is my job. Do you think you are the first one to try this shit with the King? The only one of the King's bed partners honorable enough to respect the Throne is your maker."

"B-Bardock..." Blood spit out of Turles' mouth, "BARDOCK! IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT BAR- OOOOOF!"

Nappa suckerpunched Turles in the chest, leaving him to cough up more blood.

"As his clone, you'd do well to follow in his tracks. Or are you as defective as all the other synthetic Saiyans?"

"YOU DARE!"

Another punch to the face left Turles winded. He didn't know what was happening until he felt a sharp pain inside his lower body.

"DON'T!!!!" The elite guard had shoved his large hand inside Turles' breeder and began focusing a dangerous amount of ki there.

"PLEASE, STOP!!!" Turles screamed in agony as his reproductive organs were damaged permanently. "What have you done to me."

"This is the punishment for using our King to your advantage. Now you're nothing more than a hollow cumbucket. You will never bear any cubs."

Turles was too traumatized to react. He had planned this perfectly, but he didn't consider the fact that Nappa would interfere. Why did this one detail escape his mind?

"N-Nappa~"

The Royal Guard stared into Turles' clouded eyes, "you are now nothing but a good fuck, never to produce anything of value through your cunt."

And to Nappa's surprise, Turles started giggling, soon laughing at full strength and coughing up more blood as he did so.

"Oh, you finally went off the deep end, didn't you?" Nappa chuckled. Turles was damaged goods now, and Nappa had a special attraction to damage, "I think we can both come to an arrangement. I will let you live, if only to bring you closer to death every time we meet."

Turles silenced his snickering and stared at his attacker, a wild look in his eyes. He leaned up and kissed the larger Saiyan, pouring his life into a promise of a fucked up future.

"You better make good on your words." He hissed, his tail came up to wrap around his past lover's bulky arm.

Nappa kissed Turles hard, biting his lips until blood poured out. Turles moaned into the kiss, his mind was still in a dreamy state, he couldn't distinguish reality from fiction and melted against Nappa's bigger frame. It was the only way to ground himself.

"I will."

Bardock exited the umpteenth house that day and wiped his mouth with his arm warmer. So far he had no luck in his quest to find the Cock Prince.

"Well?" Seripa asked once Bardock reached their rendezvous point.

"Disgusting. All of them."

"Bardy, now yer just being picky." Gine crossed his arms.

"I tell ya they just don't taste the same anymore." Bardock reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a twig. Since last day cycle, he had started a habit of chewing on small flavored sticks he had purchased. It helped him calm down and distract himself from thoughts of his Cock Prince's agreable features.

Gine looked morosely at his Commander turned nervous wreck. "How many has it been?"

"Forty two, give or take a hundred." Bardock removed the twig with a trembling hand and slid down the wall into a haphazard sitting position.

Gine followed and put a reassuring hand on his childhood friend's shoulder. "Ya'll find him, Bardy. Don't let it get the best of ya."

The others just watched as their leader slowly crumbled down into pieces.

"It's been two cycles and no luck."

"Maybe he's in the South District," Seripa spoke out, "I heard most elite soldiers who went to the party were from the south."

"It's no use... I can't stand sucking somebody else's dick. Every time I'm about to go downtown, I imagine HIS cock. And when I reach my destination, I'm face to face with someone's nasty ass junk that tastes and smells terrible. I can't even swallow anymore. That guy's dick ruined me, I tell ya!"

The team felt awkward. Saiyans got very uneasy when somebody started pouring out there emotions. And to have Bardock doing it, the Commander of the most successful mission team of His Majesty, it made every Saiyan feel at a loss. Gine was probably the only one who could ease Bardock's mind now.

"Hey, why don't we forget about the Cock Prince for a moment and focus on other things. Like food! It's almost feeding time, and I need to stock the shop anyway. Whaddaya say, Bardy?"

Bardock chewed some more on the stick and nodded his head, albeit, without much enthusiasm.
The team took off in the direction of the hunting grounds. Hopefully they would find good game farther up North, where the icecaps began. There was a constant source of water there, and animals were plenty all year round.

Once they reached the hunting grounds they all were very surprised to find the area devoid of any life form except for themselves.

Panbukin looked around the desolated area, "There's nothing left!"

"Are we gonna starve?" Seripa asked.

"We have to go farther up north." Totapo explained, "The animals must've migrated to safer grounds."

"Safer grounds?" Panbukin stared in shock at his teammate, "farther north may become safer to them but not to us!"

"Guys!" Bardock stopped their chatter, never taking his eyes off a lone white figure standing at the mountain's summit. "We're under surveillance, a scouter up there on that hill. The heavy furs must be getting many trespassers this time of season."

The team stared at the unmoving figure with long white hair and fur, dressed up in pelts and vigilant, armed to the teeth with ki infused gear.

"We don't want trouble with them. Let's go hunt somewhere else." Bardock lead the group away.

Panbukin cut the silence once the group retreated, "damn! Snow Saiyans are creepy."

"We would do the same if our roles were reversed, Pan." Bardock admonished his friend.

"But the way they just stand there with their ice cold eyes..." Panbukin shivered.

"What are we going to eat?" Totapo asked their leader.

"Back to the Mudhole?" Gine suggested.

Bardock weighed his options. Many Saiyans would be there, chances were there could be elites as well. Maybe he was there.

"To the Mudhole."

The group took off, headed for the most popular hunting grounds in the Drought Season. Cordoks were abundant. Not the best tasting meat, but meat nonetheless. Saiyans gathered around, harvesting them. The big Cordoks were to be avoided, but sometimes the big adults attempted to eat the Saiyans harvesting their young and the situation became a 'kill or die' situation. Fortunately, the bigger ones tended to remain buried deep down in the muddy waters, way beyond reach. The smaller, younger ones surfaced frequently and paid dearly.

Bardock did hope that his crew would never be attacked by a full grown adult Cordok. They were deadly omnivorous creatures.

"How many did ya get?"

"A basketfull," Seripa informed Gine.

Bardock's team took turns harvesting and guarding their catch. Totapo liked to venture deep underneath the muddy waters and hunt for the bigger ones. The Commander often feared for his life. But now, he was quite preoccupied with 'matters at hand'.

"Are you an elite?"

"Yeah, from the East Dis- Hey! What are you- Ooooh~"

This was the tenth elite Saiyan Bardock had found at the Mudhole, and had promptly tasted their dick. The fact that they were mostly covered in mud didn't help his memory much.

"Fuck, that guy's crazy!" One observer informed his partner, "He goes on asking if yer an elite and then sucks yer cock!"

"I'll just say I'm an elite and get some good service!"

"I'm gonna say I'm an elite too!"

"I hear he's even better than Bardock!"

"Nobody is better than Bardock."

And just like that, rumors of a crazed cock sucking Saiyan elite spread like wildfire. Saiyans started gathering around and offering their shafts to the obsessed Saiyan in hopes of getting a good fellatio.

Bardock became overwhelmed quickly. In different times, he would've enjoyed the attention, would be in cloud nine, but now, he was on a mission to find his dream dick. He had to stick to his plan.

"Alright you guys, break it up." Panbukin swatted a few Saiyans away. "'Dock, you can't keep doing this to yourself!"

His Commander stood up, knees bruised and jaw aching, "I gotta find him, Pan. I just- Gotta."

The scarred warrior sounded defeated. Never had Panbukin heard such an insecure meek tone in his voice.

"And now that everyone knows about it, I'm gonna have to suck every single one off because they're gonna pose as elites. This was a mistake," Bardock pulled helplessly on his bunched up hair, his tail wrapped around his waistline, "I shoulda thought things through!"

"Uhhh... Let me- Get Gine. He knows how to better handle you." Panbukin left his desolate Commander and went to get the only Saiyan that could cheer him up.

"Ask the King."

"Ask the King?" Bardock couldn't believe Gine.

"Ask the King who was on missions that night. Like Totapo said, chances are he was late for a mission and that's why he left ya hanging."

Bardock pinched the bridge of his nose and chewed murderously on his twig, "Fine. I'll go ask him tonight."

Bardock left for the palace at sundown, he reached the heavy doors when night barely began covering the land.

"I seek an audience with His Majesty!" He shouted to the guards above in the balcony.

"Who dares?!"

"Bardock, heir of cKelerias!"

The guard left to inform the King. When he returned his voice was shaky."

"Enter! H-his Majesty has been expecting you!"

Bardock flew up to the balcony and landed at the doorstep. The giant double doors opened and let him pass.

He walked down the hall, unescorted, directly to the Throne room, where the King sat waiting patiently for Bardock to come close enough.

"Yer Highness," Bardock bowed. "I seek a fav-"

"You- Disappeared..."

"Pardon?"

"You disappeared while pregnant with my child!" The King seethed.

"BEG YER PARDON?!"

"The night at the ball. I bred you. I KNOTTED you. And you were in your heat-"

"Yer terribly mistaken, Yer Majesty."

"DO NOT CROSS ME!" The King stood up and growled at his visitor.

Bardock immediately fell to one knee and offered the palm of his hand. The King approached his subject and circled him.

"You left me after I mated you. And disappeared for two entire cycles..."

"Vee, I really don't know what yer talking about!" Bardock tried to talk sense into the enraged royal.

"And WHY do you smell like a nutsac?!"

"I've- Been busy." Bardock ducked his head.

"You have been mating with other Saiyans while pregnant with my kit?! Despicable!"

Bardock guffawed at the King, "I don't know what yer talking about," he enunciated every word slowly, "I'm not pregnant, and I haven't had sex with ya since before the ball!"

"You deny me?!"

"Vee, please!" Bardock stood up and faced King Vegeta, "I've never lied to ya."

"Then you call me insane!"

"Yer acting insane!"

The King observed the third class. He placed a hand on the scarred Saiyan's belly and focused.

"Vee-"

"SILENCE!"

Bardock's teeth clicked from the force he shut his mouth with. The King focused hard for a while and then removed his hand.

"You are not pregnant..."

"I know!"

"It was not you I slept with at the ball."

"Apparently!"

The King backed away and sat on the steps of the throne, "I- Apologize, Bardock."

"Hey, ya probably got real smashed and had a very vivid dream."

"No- I did not drink that much... I was sure it was you. You were.... Very wild. You asked me to hurt you more and more."

Bardock's eyes opened when realization hit him, "Turles."

"Oh! Do not tell me I mated with the likes of him."

"Guess he finally got what he wanted." Bardock stated morosely.

"How do you mean?"

"He wanted to be fucked by ya. I don't know why exactly. Maybe just to have ya as one of his conquests."

"He must have had an ulterior motive!" The King paced the Throne room.

"He ALWAYS has an ulterior motive. Who knows what goes on in that crazy mind of his."
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