Dirty Dancing

"Goten, you know very well why all these reports started piling up, it's your own fault so now you have to pay the price." Trunks grinned wider as he heard his boyfriend make several frustrated sounds into the phone. Yes, it was Goten's fault for the over load of work; since they'd hooked up Trunks couldn't remember a period in his life were he'd had so much sex! Almost every night, sometimes during the morning, and even every once and a while around noon! It was like Goten had decided Trunks was his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Although, he had to admit that one time they'd done it in the kitchen where Goten had dressed him up as an ice-cream sundae had been... interesting to say the least. Trunks shook his head as those very tasty images started to replay themselves in his mind.

Trunks cracked his neck and swung his chair back to the computer. "Back to work," he sighed as he began to type. He was the breadwinner in the house and was personally glad for it. Not that he needed the money he and his father were fixed for life with the money his mother had left them, but he felt it was only right that he embrace the position of President for Capsule Corps. He was sure it was what his mother would have wanted, and even if she wasn't with them any more he wanted to make her proud of him, to follow in her footsteps and make sure her image never died.

Trunks sighed stopping for a moment to think about his mother; he missed her, missed her a lot. He'd been what 14-15 when she'd died? Now he was 18, around three years, it seemed so long ago and yet so short. He could still remember her perfectly and often had the strangest feeling that she was looking at him. But, whenever he turned around to see no one was there. Was she watching over him? He blushed at the thought of what she'd mostly likely seen if she had been: him and Goten.... together. Would his mother be disappointed in his choice? Some how he didn't think so, she'd always been remarkable understanding about his feelings and she was a very open-minded person. After all she was anything but a normal woman. Adventurer, inventor, wife to an alien prince, mother to two hybrids aliens, his mother hadn't been unknown to the usual; she seemed to look for it. So he liked to think she would have accepted him and Goten. Of course, she probably would have freaked out in the beginning, but once she'd let the idea sink in Trunks was pretty sure she would have gotten use to it. She'd always said she wanted him to be happy, and while he was rather sore now of days, he was truly happy with the way his life was going.

As he thought about his mother he couldn't help but think about his father and Goku; what would Bulma have thought about that? He could just hear her screaming her lungs out and winced. His parents had always had a strange relationship. They lived as enemies that sought to dominate each other; although neither had ever succeed in doing so. Fighting like cats and dogs, using every trick in the book to try and defeat the other. Perhaps that was their chemistry: the thrill of the challenge, the pleasure of the battle, the excitement of finding your equal; and they had been equals. His mother balanced his father perfectly, maybe even more so then Goku in the fact that Goku was able and had won against his father. Would his mother have been against their relationship?

Maybe, maybe not. There had been hints, small hints that his father did have an interest in both sexes, he was pretty sure his mother had seen them as well. Trunks really doubted Goku was the first man his father had lain with, really doubted it. Trunks blushed bright red as he remembered accidentally walking in on the two when they were in the gravity room. What they'd been doing was so mind boggling that only an expert in such things could have done it, and Trunks was pretty damn sure his father had been the first man Goku had taken as a male partner.

So Trunks wasn't too sure about what his mother's reaction would be to the news. He did know she'd want them to be happy and to that extent maybe she was dealing with the news peacefully in heaven. Yes, if anyone could get over their own feelings and except that the living still have to live and need companionship then he believed his mother to be one of them. Trunks frowned wondering what was going to happen when his father finally died? Was his mother's soul going to yell at him for the rest of eternity? Was she going to fight Goku for him? Trunks smirked at the thought, hell maybe she'd win. Would they share? That make Trunks blush crimson red and shake his head rapidly back and forth in an attempt to rid himself of the thought of his mother, father, and Goku all...

This thought lead to thoughts of Chi-Chi and Goku, would they be together in the afterlife? Yes probably, maybe not as lovers, but as companions at least. There had always been a close fondness between them, still was, they'd been together for so long. Trunks chewed his lip thinking about Chi-Chi, who was ever the proper woman. When Goku had been honest with her and told her he'd found someone new she'd been a little upset, but had wished him luck and happiness. Of course, she'd all but exploded when he had, encouraged by her good wishes to him, told her his new lover was none other then the very male Vegeta. Needless to say she'd had a very Chi-Chi like moment and screamed, broke things, raged around like a rabid animal, and finally thrown him literally out of the house. But just as typically she'd let him back in a week later to talk. Although, she didn't like to speak about his father and Goku's new relationship, still being touchy with the idea. This worried Trunks; both his and Goten's fathers were just dandy with them being together. Even his little sister was peachy with it, but one couldn't expect much of a protest from a two year old. Still she thought it was great that her nii-chan and oji-san were together. But, Chi-Chi... what would she think-do-if she found out about them? The thought sent chills of fear down his spine. Goten had yet to build up enough courage to speak to his mother about the subject and Trunks didn't blame him. He would give his boyfriend all the time he needed to do so. Of course, that might mean Goten would never tell her; Chi-Chi was a woman to be feared, low power level or not.

Goten had told his older brother about them. Gohan had at first been too shocked to say much and asked Goten to leave so he could think it over before he told Goten his opinion. That was Gohan for you, always the cool intelligent man. He wasn't going to risk saying something he couldn't take back about a subject that obviously meant a lot to Goten till he'd had a good chance to think about it. Thankfully Gohan had given them his blessing saying he might not embrace such things, but he would try if it made Goten happy. That was a plus for them since Chi-Chi had at least one straight son who was already married and with a new baby. She might be more accepting of them given time.

Trunks didn't head straight for his room, where an eager Goten was obviously waiting for him. He went to the room they'd given Goku. There wasn't much point in not letting him have one, he spent most of his time here now. Although, he rarely slept in that room, preferring to follow Vegeta to his. It was more like a storage space for his few possessions. Just to be careful Trunks knocked on the door and pressed his ear to it making sure Goku-san and his father weren't `busy' in there. Satisfied that the room was empty Trunks pushed in the door and looked around. The room was slightly messy: pile of dirty clothes in one corner, pile of clean in another. He guessed that Goku was more use to having someone else be tidy for him. He roamed about the room searching and grinned as he found what he was looking for in Goku's closet. Picking it up he left the room and headed towards his own.

Goten leaned forward on the bed on all fours, eyes widening as Trunks began to move to the beat of the hot music not letting go of the pole. The hairs on Goten's arms rose; dance... pole...pole... dance... Trunks was giving him a pole dance. Trunks slipped his jacket off tossing it to the floor and circled around the pole giving Goten his back as he leaned against it moving slowly in time to the music as he slid up and down along pole, rubbing his body along it. He turned to the side and straddled the pole, holding onto it with his thighs as he leaned back and slid his own hands up from his waist to the collar of his shirt.

Goten gasped loudly as the music suddenly exploded in beat and Trunks into motion, ripping open his shirt and grabbing the bar again to move around it. Trunks was wrong, he was more than graceful holding on to that pole and bending his body in time to that erotic music. Goten was really starting to envy that pole, it seemed Trunks was making wild love to it. He looked down at his lap to see the product of Trunks' display, but as much as he wanted to go over to the pole and steal its dancer he was too excited and awed to stop Trunks just yet.

He watched as the teen whipped his belt off and snapped it at the pole where it wrapped and held allowing him to hold onto it and arch his whole body graceful and erotically. The lavender haired man's clothes slowly began to slip off his body only his turning and twisting around the pole prevented them from just sliding off his arms and legs. Trunks' pants were the first to go. Goten watched in true admiration as Trunks held himself off the floor by the bar and used his legs to kick them off, managed to so with grace, sexuality, and in time to the beat. Kami-sama! It was amazing to see Trunks bend like that! He'd always known Trunks was flexible, but to actually see him bend in that way was incredible.

Goku grinned down at the hysterical Saiyan; he'd found that Vegeta was extremely ticklish along his sides during one of their plays. Ever since that day if he wanted something from the grumpy prince all he'd had to do was pin and attack his sides. He didn't do it often because it really pissed Vegeta off making him loose control and embarrass himself like that. Vegeta had even withheld sex for an entire two weeks once after he'd tickled him into agreeing to go out on a kind of date with him. Needless to say the date hadn't been as fun as he'd wanted it to be since Vegeta had been glaring daggers at him the whole time.

Oh, so that’s way he was staring like that, thought Vegeta. He suppressed a shiver of disgust at the creature before him. He had grown quite a bit in the last couple of years, reaching his full height; unfortunately that wasn't as tall as he'd have liked. His build had filled in with hard muscles, and his voice was several tones deeper; one of the wonders of puberty. Basically he'd grown into a teenager, at the stage where he was just starting to take on his more adult features. Although, Vegeta always did have an older look to his young face. Perhaps it was his constant scowl that had marked him as an adult even though he'd still physically been a child.

"Ah, here we are," said Freeza, stopping before two large doors guarded by elite soldiers. Over the doorframe was a sign labeled ‘The Kennel Club’. "Vegeta," said Freeza not looking at the Saiyan. "When you are inside this club there are rules that everyone must follow: first, no one besides myself is allowed to use their ki for any reason. Second, there is no rank, there are only pets and their masters; you are a pet. Last, no one has a name when inside this club. Whatever goes on inside will not be discussed outside of it. Understood?"

Freeza gave another hard tug on his chain since he'd slowed slightly taking in all the perversion that was happening in the room. He was dragged to a closed off section, obviously reserved for Freeza and his ‘guests’. A young boy was waiting there for Freeza and at once moved to assist him, offering something to drink, eat, if his lordship desired entertainment or pleasure. Vegeta was starting to feel physically ill; he'd been dragged into a sick night club were men got together and publicly displayed themselves in front of other men, how degrading!

Vegeta was yanked hard to the side by Freeza, making him fall to his knees next to the hated bastard. Freeza grinned down at the Saiyan and reached out a hand to pet his wild hair. "Relax Vegeta, I realize you're ‘inexperienced’, but you appeal to my senses so I've decided to invite you to the fun." Freeza handed the chain to the young boy who hooked it to the chair Freeza sat in, not giving Vegeta even enough chain to stand up. He realized to his embarrassment that he wasn't meant to have much room to move, he was suppose to sit at his master’s heels like a lap dog.

The greenish changeling turned sharply, braid flying behind him and kicked out at the air, he swung out his other leg in a kick and continued to turn in circles till he suddenly stopped and slid his legs into a wide stance, hands rising above his head and hips swaying in time to the beat, in a rather sexual manner. The crowd went wild with the move and one even tried to climb up on the stage and grab the performer. Zarbon only kicked him back down, never breaking his tempo as he did. The music went from wild to smooth and sultry suddenly and so did Zarbon running his own hands up and down his body and looking like it turned him on to do so. The changeling flipped back into a handstand and slowly lowered himself to the floor to lay on his belly, legs rubbing back and forth against each other, giving a good view of his rear with the pink suit riding up. The changeling rolled along the stage and ended on his back flipping up to his feet as the beat once again turned fast.

The chain on Zarbon’s arms uncoiled and he started to swing it around himself, turning circles and rolling his hips as he did so. The music made a loud crack sound and at the same time Zarbon snapped the end of the chain down to crack against the floor. He then started twirling the end of the chain in a circle to his side and moved it in front of him, then he flipped sideways, landing lightly on his feet; the twirling of the chain was never slowed. Two more cracking sounds, one after the other, Zarbon snapped the chain down to crisscross in front of him hitting the ground twice. He then started twirling the chain again and several guys ran up to the edge of the ring to wave their hands at him, calling his name. Zarbon picked one and snapped the chain at him, which wrapped around his shoulders. One good hard pull was all it took to yank the man on to the stage, where Zarbon dragged him to the middle and stood over him with a naughty look on his face. The man was more interested in looking up Zarbon’s legs since the alien was practically standing so the man’s head was between them. He tugged the man to his knees then lifted one leg to plant it on the man’s shoulder and push him back down, bending him over so that his face was almost touching the ground, the man obediently licked Zarbon’s boot as the crowd cheered the display on. Zarbon then fisted a hand in the man’s hair and yanked him up to his knees again and began to circle around him, running his hands all along the man who looked like he was in bliss as Zarbon did so. The greenish changeling then knelt down in front of the man and leaned forward till their lips almost touched, but at the last second he pulled back and slapped the man across the face who fell flat on his back with the hard blow. When the man hit the floor the beat stopped and the dance was over.

"Oh stop that, I'm not interested in mammals," growled Zarbon grabbing the half naked Vegeta by the back of the neck and lifting him off the ground. The greenish changeling only sighed in irritation as he moved towards a curtained off section of the room holding Vegeta off the ground much like a large house cat. He set the Saiyan down oh his feet, grabbed hold of he tight blue pants, ripped them off, then tossed Vegeta into the curtained section. Zarbon rubbed his brow as curses in several different languages rolled out from behind the curtain.

"This is going to be a pain," said Zarbon going to look through several articles of clothing, if you could call them that. He picked up a pink suit much like his own and entertained the brief idea of giving it to the Saiyan prince, but changed his mind as he didn't think it would look very good on him and he didn't have time to fool around. He selected a red and black suit and walked back to the curtain, slightly surprised that the Saiyan was still cursing and hadn't even repeated himself once yet. Zarbon wondered how long the Saiyan could go before he ran out of them? Probably more time then they had. He tossed the suit in and put his hands over his ears waiting. There was a brief pause from inside the curtain then even louder and worse curses reached Zarbon even though his hands.

"I said-!" Zarbon’s eyes widened slightly. The outfit he'd picked was red and black Sabak leather, a kind of large cow-like creature whose skin came in all different colors. The outfit was more like a harness then anything else, consisting of metal links, buckles, and strips of leather all attached to a corset like belt around the slender Saiyan’s waist. Red straps went from the belt up over his shoulders, like a pair of suspenders, held on by square metal links. Another pair of red straps connected to the belt managed to cover the Saiyan’s more private parts, going down over his crotch and between his legs to ride up his rear and attach to some more mental links; it couldn't be all that comfortable, but it was rather appealing. There was just enough room between the metal and leather ring for the Saiyan’s furry tail, which hung down to his knees, tip slightly curled around his knee in an embarrassed fashion. Tight black gloves and hose went all the way up his thighs and arms, held on by more leather straps and buckles. Thick-soled army boots were laced up his feet. The whole get up, combined with the Saiyan’s natural handsome wild looks created a naughty bondage type image; although Vegeta didn't seem all that wild and naughty at the moment with his tail drooping and his posture stiff. To the young Saiyan’s credit no blush crossed his face, which had remained stony, but to the trained eye his body language was obvious; that tail was rather expressive.

He ran his eyes up and down the Saiyan’s build, not ‘that’ young; although, definitely young, just the right age to tickle a real pervert’s fancy. That awkward phase between boy and adult where the body was still adjusting and filling in, tending to border on tall and skinny, although Vegeta was neither. He was muscular, like most of Freeza’s men, but it was obvious he'd just finished going through a growth spurt. He had a compact frame, soft smooth curves where his muscles met; wiry. Which proved him to be a true fighter whose body was developed for more then strength, like a martial artist’s it was flexible and lean to provide fast snap like movements and speed.

"I'll look at you all I want," said Zarbon. "You'd better get used to it, because I'm not going to be the last," he said circling around the Saiyan whose posture stiffened even more as he did. Zarbon reached out and began tightening the straps, better showing off the Saiyan’s build, Vegeta only growled low at him, it seemed the Saiyan was doing that a lot lately. He moved behind the Saiyan and glanced down. Zarbon hooked the two straps riding up the Saiyan’s rear with his fingers and tugged up. Vegeta rocked forward on his toes, hands shooting out into claws at his side, with a snarl he spun and punched at the green haired changeling. Zarbon smiled and caught his fist in his own hand.

The thought made him wince inside. Freeza was a sick, sadistic bastard. He delighted in breaking someone physically and mentally, and his favorite means to do so was sex. He never attacked outright, he liked to build up the tension and his own desires, to give them the false hope that if they obeyed he would leave them be. But, he never did, if Freeza wanted something in the end he would have it. That was what he was now doing with Vegeta, turning the proud Saiyan into a kind of peep show, amusing himself till he lost interest in the prince’s young spirit and decided to crush it.

Vegeta was silent and Zarbon couldn't tell if he understood or not. He sighed again in frustration. "Let’s just get down to business okay. I'm going to show you some tricks, watch me and learn. Computer, selection 00437." A sultry beat filled the air. "Watch and learn," repeated Zarbon looking in the other’s eyes making sure he had the small Saiyan’s attention. He then moved to the middle of the room and began to moves in time to the beat, sway in a very liquid matter, as boneless as a snake appeared. Vegeta watched him with pitch black eyes taking in his every movement. He watched at the greenish changeling arched, twisted, turned, how the long braid moved with his every step, how he rolled his hips in a fashion that was completely sexual, how he looked like he enjoyed every second of it with a very inviting smile on his face. Vegeta had to admit it was arousing to watch if he allowed himself to enjoy the view, though Zarbon was anything but his type. He was pretty, but he was also broken, a tamed pet for Freeze. Ch, disgusting and a waste of a good warrior, thought Vegeta. Zarbon had the spirit of a servant and not a proud fighter.

Still angry Zarbon walked back down the hall that would lead him to the place he'd left Vegeta. He'd been gone close to six hours, hopefully that was enough time for the smart-ass to wise up. Not that he really blamed Vegeta for resisting, he used to be like the prince, but he'd learned not to talk back to the likes of Freeza. It was a lot less painful to do as the white freak wanted. His pride had long ago been crushed under Freeza’s heel, he did what he was told and he lived, that was all there was too it now. Pride only got in the way.

What was Vegeta doing? Sparring with himself? Zarbon sighed and shook his head. That Saiyan had a one-track mind; he frowned slightly and pulled his scouter out to fit it over his eye. He pressed the button on the side and looked more then a little shocked at the read out. Vegeta wasn't using any of his ki! The ki shield prevented him for having a power higher then 30, which was only slightly more powerful then the average non-fighter alien, not even enough to fly. Vegeta could naturally move like that? Wondered Zarbon with some shock. Most fighters used a quick burst of ki to even jump into a kick, giving them more thrust and greater height. Take away their ki and they were pathetic fighters at best, most didn't even know the correct way to punch, just used their fists as a kind of baseball bat or club and hoped they out-powered their opponent. Not Vegeta, by the looks of it the Saiyan was deadly with or without his ki, he didn't need it to pull off common moves, he was truly a deadly weapon. Saiyans were natural fighters; it was part of their genetic make-up as well as a large part of their instincts. Their muscle structure was double in force, the muscle cells were smaller then the average species so for every one muscle cell Zarbon had Vegeta probably had three to four more then he. Even though he was nearly twice Vegeta’s mass the smaller Saiyan was probably much stronger then he on a physical level. Not only was Vegeta probably stronger, but his build complimented his movements. Vegeta was a lot shorter then he was, the Saiyan’s arms and legs were fairly even in length, unlike Zarbon who had rather long legs. The Saiyan’s more even build made him more balanced and flexible than Zarbon, it was much easier for Vegeta to touch his toes then it would ever be for Zarbon simply because of their build. And the way the Saiyan could bend! He must be double-jointed, it looked almost painful how Vegeta could bend himself backwards to do some tricks. The prince was graceful, everything he did looked well practiced and confident; he knew the limitations of his frame, what it would and would not do. Vegeta moved like a gymnast, it was very impressive to watch. Zarbon had to admit that if they were pitted against each other and neither had any ki to draw from Vegeta would be the likely victor. The Saiyan had conditioned himself from the beginning of his life to be a fighter he was as close to the dictionary’s definition of a warrior as they got. The way he thought, the way he moved, it all shouted out the Saiyan’s desire for the title warrior. It was Vegeta’s single-minded goal in life, to be the best fighter alive.

Zarbon tried, but Vegeta’s lack of attention to what he was doing and saying frustrated him to no end, and he often left Vegeta alone for hours on end trying to calm himself down. Vegeta had the ability to enrage him like no one else had. The monkey was going to get what he deserved, Zarbon was firmly denying any sense of pity towards him, though he often found himself replacing the young Saiyan prince with a younger version of himself. He'd once been as defiant as Vegeta, like he the Saiyan would learn his place the hard way.

Zarbon snorted to himself watching the prince. You'll end up just like me Vegeta, I wouldn't be so quick to insult if I were you. He watched the Saiyan quickly wash his hair, roughing his finger thought the thick spiky stuff and then dunk under the shower spray shaking his head. The Saiyan seemed to take rather quick showers and went about cleaning himself in the fastest and most efficient matter possible. Probably something he'd picked up while growing up with a middle class power in Freeza’s forces. Though Vegeta was no doubt a skilled fighter, he didn't have the massive power level that would have given him much more luxury among Freeza’s men, at least not yet. The lower level powers weren't treated very well in any area, when it came to grooming the lower warriors all bathed together in a public bathhouse. Fighters like Vegeta who had a too high for common power and too low for top rank were allowed private showers in their own rooms only the heat usually lasted for only a few minutes and the rest of the shower would be with cold water.

Zarbon watched the soap suds slide down the Saiyan’s frame, yes very nicely put together the Saiyan prince was, but his shower scenes weren't as fun to watch as they could have been if Vegeta were trying to put on a show. The lack of sex appeal in Vegeta routine washing only served to remind Zarbon about what was going to happen at the club. He winced hoping Freeza won't see Vegeta’s failure as his own, he didn't want to suffered along with the Saiyan simply because Vegeta won't listen to him. He sighed again deeply this time and looked back up at Vegeta to see the Saiyan had slowed considerably in his wash and was now carefully running his fingers though the fur of his tail, soaping it up. Zarbon raised an eyebrow at the scenes. So it only takes him half a minute to wash his hair, but he'll spend two on that tail of his? That was confusing, Zarbon blinked his eyes watching the scene, then he fond himself holding his breath. That was sexy, they way Vegeta looked now, slowly caressing and petting the fur of his tail, taking great care in the task as if it were very important to him. Zarbon knew that Saiyans were rather protective of their tails, it was said to be the source of their strength. Zarbon had never seen a Saiyan without his tail wrapped around his waist, not even Vegeta uncoiled his tail often. Vegeta rinsed his tail then released it to sway slowly behind him.

Zarbon heard a low growl and snapped his eyes up to Vegeta’s face who was glaring at him once again. The Saiyan snorted and the long length of brown fur coiled back around his waist again and whatever spell it'd caused broke on Zarbon. That tail was too expressional realized Zarbon as he found himself slightly aroused by it. Vegeta hadn't show one ounce of sexuality since this had all began, yet just now seeing that tail of his moving like that was more then enough to make him think the Saiyan was hot stuff. There was something old and primal about the Saiyan tail, it stood out on the Saiyan’s body. Why wasn't it black like Vegeta’s hair he wondered, could the reddish-brown color be specially to catch the eye? Maybe, many species had certain parts that were colored brightly to attract the eye and a mate. Maybe it was the motions of the tail that made you look at it, like the movement of a serpent, attracting attention just as easily as a snake charmer did a snake. Or may it was just the tail itself, after all it implied in a way. It was long, thick, and attached to the Saiyans lower anatomy. Zarbon didn't know why but he blushed at the last thought, he could just see two Saiyan saying ‘my tails bigger then yours. The fact that Saiyans tended not to display their tails openly was also a factor in its appeal, it made one curious about it. Zarbon found himself wondering about it, was it as soft as it looked? Was it really as sensitive as it was rumored to be? What kind of response would he get if he touched it? He had the strongest desire to grab it and find out for himself.

The two walked down the hall dressed in long trench like coats. Zarbon always wore one to conceal himself when going to the Kennel and he'd let Vegeta have one. He didn't like the prince, but he'd let him keep some of his dignity, even if most knew that they were anything but decently dress under them. Several wolf whistles and snickers followed them down the hall. Zarbon ignored them, he was use to it, he glanced at Vegeta who seemed to have put on his emotionless mask today, he didn't even look in the directions of those addressing him in such a perverted manner. Rather different from the shy response I got from him the first day, thought Zarbon. Had Vegeta already gotten over his shy strike? For the Saiyan’s sake, as well as his own, he hoped so.

They stepped in front of the double doors which were opened for them, they knew who Zarbon was. Once they were inside Zarbon didn't hesitate to peel off his coat and hand it to the boy standing next to the door. He glanced over at Vegeta relieved beyond words the Saiyan didn't try and fight for the coat. Instead Vegeta shrugged it off as if it were nothing and stood in a rather causally manner in that far too relieving outfit. Damn Saiyan you're a better actor than I gave you credit for, thought Zarbon. He’s expected Vegeta to be nervous as hell, but the Saiyan seemed the opposite.

Zarbon sighed softly in relief, Freeza wasn't expecting much, and he won't be punished for it. He looked back up at the Saiyan making his way through the crowd that were once again cat calling and grabbing at him and couldn't keep a bit of regret from showing on his face. It wasn't going to be pretty watching that proud brat break, Vegeta was his pride. He managed a small smile as Vegeta calmly smacked one soldier’s face with the back of his hand who had been blocking his path in an attempt to get a good feel. That soldier fell back with a bloody broken nose. Yup, Vegeta was defiantly deadly with or without his ki. Other’s backed off a bit seeing the soldier cursing and holding his nose. Vegeta finally managed to get to the stage, though he had a very dark look on his face.

Vegeta snorted and breathed in deeply closing his eyes and just standing still for several seconds. Zarbon feared he might have froze, he gasped rather loudly as the corner of Vegeta’s mouth quirked up in a completely smug and confident smirk, the Saiyan opened his eyes. Everyone else seemed to be shocked as the Saiyan smiled perhaps one the sexiest smirks any of them had ever seen. Zarbon had never seen Vegeta look like that, the boy didn't smile, didn't grin, but this half smirk looked so good on him; it fit that bad ass, confident attitude that Vegeta always projected. The smirk just looked like it belonged on Vegeta’s face. If that wasn't shock enough Vegeta’s tail unwound from his waist and the tip began to twitch back and forth to the low beat that softly started to play. Zarbon’s eyes as well as everyone else’s went to look at the furry tail as it twitched. Zarbon was reminded of a cat about to pounce right before Vegeta did. The Saiyan suddenly snapped to the side as the music lost the simple beat and exploded. Zarbon thought his eyes would roll out of his head as the Saiyan moved, practically dripping sex appeal as every movement he make was full of seductive twists and turns of his body and that tail! That damn tail was swaying behind him in the most fascinating ways, caressing legs and curling around his hips and thighs as he turned. The long flowing length of fur drew attention like nothing Zarbon had though possible on a male. It seemed to make Vegeta’s moves slow down to a crawl one moment and speed up the next, it exaggerated every move he made. One’s eyes follow it up to the Saiyan’s rear, from there to his slender waist, up his back, and to his face were that sexy smirk was still plastered. And, that smirk was far more affective then anything Zarbon had ever been able to make himself show his viewers.

The Saiyan flipped backward twirling twice in the air before he landed on his toes and jumped again hands moving down to touch the floor in a brief handstand before his weight rocked back. He didn't land on his feet in a crouched position like expected, but swung his legs foreword and opening them to kneel. His arms dropping his weight and moving between his legs to slap the floor as he leaned forward and did a summersault to his feet swaying in time to the music. His hips rocked to the side in time to the music and the tail swayed as a negative to the motion of his hips, looking like the Saiyan was actually dancing with the furry appendage as his hips moved to the right while the tail swung to the left. While he did this Vegeta tossed his head and arched his back, hands sliding up his own thighs.

Zarbon didn't realize he was panting till the sound was painfully loud. He closed his mouth and forced himself to look away from the sex symbol before him, this only cause him to see the reaction everyone else was having to the Saiyan prince. They liked it, liked was an understatement, they loved it! They were cheering and screaming so loudly it was hard to hear the music, though the beat was so loud it caused a slight vibration to run thought the room. The music was the kind you just wanted to get up and dance to on impulse, hell many had crowded around the stage and were swaying back and forth and bouncing in time to it. They were all shouting for the Saiyan to shake his tail their way.

Zarbon couldn't help but blush at the move as if the implying of it wasn't bad enough that damn tail of his was lazily waving between his bent legs. It was the first time Zarbon had really consider wanting to jump the young Saiyan, he wanted to get between those legs and move his hips in time to the Saiyan’s, that was how powerful the Saiyan’s sexuality was. Vegeta didn't just look sexy, he looked like he was making out with himself as he did it. There was no doubt in Zarbon’s mind that many of the others on ground level were having the same thoughts. Vegeta was a tease, a damn good one! He never made eye contact with any one, it was like they weren't there and he was just fooling around with himself. Zarbon usually made sure to make direct eye contract with several people while he danced, it made them think they'd gotten his attention and had a hope with him; not Vegeta. The Prince was subconsciously saying with his body that none of them were good enough for him, they didn't deserve his attention.

The Saiyan slid back up to his feet, the music blared loudly in rapid secession and Vegeta kicked out at the air, high, low, then high in the mid air splits as Zarbon had seen him do before. The changeling just now realized how effective that was, the Saiyan could open his legs ‘really wide’. Zarbon wanted to tear his hair out at all the perverted thought the damn Saiyan was making him think, it wasn't like him to be like this. Was the Saiyan aware of what he was doing? Was Vegeta playing some kind of sex mind game with them all? God that little bastard was good; too good. Sociological war-fare, the little son of a bitch’s mind was still moving in a warrior like way. Show them what you've got then don't give it to them. Of course, there was the chance that he was giving Vegeta more credit then he deserved, but he doubted it. Vegeta was a cleaver brat, a subconscious genius, everything he did had a purpose. The Saiyan didn't go right out and do anything, he implied, hinted, subliminal messages. Implying was always better then doing, people imaginations can easily think up the rest, modify it to fit their own personal tastes; this made it more appealing to a wider range of people. Zarbon didn't doubt that many of the people cheering down there were imagining themselves fucking that Saiyan right now. Zarbon had seen him pose in at least three positions for someone to screw him in: on all fours, on his back, and across the lap. It was like saying he'd take it any way they wanted, they could chose their favorite position with him.

Vegeta didn't seem to care as he moved to leave the stage. He frowned as several men plastered themselves in front of the stage blocking his retreat. Vegeta stepped back, ran, and jumped right over them. Unfortunately for him one soldier had backed up and caught a hold of him right before he could land on his feet. The lucky soldier, eagerly wrapped his arms around the Saiyan’s waist and pulled him against them in a sexual fashion. Vegeta was anything but pleased, but he was free soon enough as he reached up and yanked on the soldiers ear making the man hiss in pain. Vegeta spun him around, lifted a foot, planted it on the man’s chest, and shoved causing them to go falling back into many of the other eager men.

Clever bastard, thought Zarbon with some admiration. He’s reminded Freeza of his silent promise, he wouldn't force himself on the Saiyan till Vegeta displeased him, and the Saiyan had done everything right. Of course, the Saiyan was play with fire, he was making Freeza want him now, Freeza had gone from only slightly interested to wanting. Clever bastard, but you're making it worst for yourself when you finally mess up, thought Zarbon. Either way you looked at it sooner or later Freeza was going to do it, it might have been wiser for Vegeta to let him while it was just a passing interest instead of building up the suspense, he was playing it the way Freeza liked best. After all there was nothing more satisfying then achieving that which you've lust for after a long wait.

Zarbon took a step way from the Saiyan as Vegeta cursed up a storm, hand clawing at the air, face twisted up in one of the most furious snarls he'd ever seen; the Saiyan was pissed beyond words, though he was using plenty to let Zarbon know this. Vegeta tore at the outfit he was wearing shearing it to even thinner strips and ripping it off him, yelling how much he hated it, that he felt disgusted, physically ill with what he'd just done. Vegeta then raged around the room, spouting curses, and raving about how he had to do that sick act again. The Saiyan then barked that he needed a shower to get their dirty stares off him and stomped into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Well that went well," said Zarbon after a long pause of just staring at the bathroom door. He bent and picked up the tattered remains of the red and black outfit Vegeta had been wearing and tossed it into the trash, then got into something more comfortable to wear. He sat down with a sigh in a chair and waited for the Saiyan to come out of the bathroom, but unlike his other shower Vegeta didn't seem to be content this time to do a quick scrub and rinse. He could still hear the Saiyan muttering about how dirty he felt thought the walls.

"15…?" said Zarbon eyes growing large. Damn! Vegeta was just a kid! A very mature, very sexy kid! And he'd been ready to jump him back at the kennel, oh god! That was too young! To god damn young! He'd been 17 the first time Freeza had forced him and he'd felt too young back then; 15! 15 and the Saiyan had already killed millions, knew how to curse for two years straight, was smarter then most of Freeza’s men, and was now Freeza new sex slave?! Oh god no wonder Vegeta was always scowling, he must be royal messed up in the head! Zarbon swallowed hard as a long silence filled the room.

"Just a kid…" he muttered with his eyes closed. A frown appeared on his face as scenes of that ‘kid’ dancing the dirty popped into his head. He shook his head and tried to think about something else as he soaked, but Vegeta’s slender twisting shape always seemed to find its way back into his head. He’s fifteen, he’s fifteen, he’s fifteen, Zarbon kept telling himself. But despite his effort to make Vegeta unappealing he couldn't get those haunting images out of his head. He glanced down his own body to see that it had also responded to the unwelcome imaged of young twisting flesh.

Zarbon’s mouth opened slightly as he ran his tongue over his lips, spread his legs, and panted lightly. I hate that little brat… so why am I so excited thinking about him like that. He’s so different when he dances, so passionate, like a perfectly carved statue of some enchanting god. I could almost like that little pain when he’s like that. Silent perfection… It was the creature that was Vegeta he'd seen tonight, not the proud warrior that had many quick replies to bark back. There was no rank, no titles, nothing but the perfection of motion that was Vegeta. A silent stone statue, he like that Vegeta very much, the Saiyan was a whole other person when he kept silent and just moved.

The door slides silently open; Zarbon stepped out and looked around. All the lights but one had been turned off, casting shadows about the room. His eyes landed on the Saiyan who was laid out on his side, back to Zarbon. The changeling realized Vegeta was asleep by the way his side rose and fell with his deep even breath. He stared at the Saiyan a long time; Vegeta was still only dressed in that towel around his waist the second towel was also still loosely wrapped around his shoulders. He'd forgotten to give Vegeta some decent clothes before going to take his bath, and of course the Saiyan won't put on any of the skimpy clothes about the room, so he'd just gone to bed as he was with only a towel around his waist. Zarbon swallowed. The Saiyan’s long tail was stretched out along his slightly curled legs, the tip twitching slightly like a relaxed cat.

Zarbon got a determined look in his eyes, he wasn't going to let Freeza ruin Vegeta like he had him. He moved toward the side of the Saiyan’s bed and stopped running his eyes along the young boy’s form, starting at his face. Vegeta didn't look half as mean asleep, he actually looked kind of relaxed and almost pleasant, thought his eyebrows were still pulled down slightly and his lips were pressed together in a hard line. Zarbon ran his eyes down the young powerful build, remembering the physical advantage the Saiyan probably held over him, although it wouldn't do Vegeta any good against him not with his ki still restricted and Zarbon’s ki being naturally stronger than his. The eyes continued down and landed on the Saiyan’s tail, brushing back and forth in a why that make it impossible not to look at the furry length.

Zarbon’s eyes landed on Vegeta’s back and his breath quickened as he remembered what he was going to do. He leaned over the Saiyan placing one hand over Vegeta and lifting one leg up onto the mat. I'll make it quick and pleasant for him. That why he'll know it doesn't always have to be painful, thought Zarbon lowering himself till he was nose to nose with the Saiyan who was now frowning in his sleep. He stayed that way for a long time, just looking at the Saiyan. Seconds ticked by, the silence in the room was deafening to Zarbon’s ears, and then he pulled away.

The changeling moved over to the other mat set up in the room and dropped on it giving the other Saiyan his back. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. He’s only fifteen and he’s not attractive to me, even if I did make him enjoy it I'd be no better then Freeza forcing myself on him. Zarbon sighed into the sheet of his mat, he still didn't want Vegeta to experience sex at Freeza’s hands for the first time, he related with the Saiyan too much to let it happen that way. He wanted the Saiyan to pick a partner for himself, to do it because he wanted and choose to. Zarbon snorted, now what the hell was he going to do? He needed to find someone that Vegeta would expect for the act, someone the Saiyan trusted, someone that knew better then to just use the Saiyan for his own sexual satisfaction and not take care of Vegeta’s need. Zarbon growled, why did he have to give a damn about that brat prince?! Why did Vegeta have to remind him of himself?! Why was he so sentimental?! Because he was still touchy to this day about what had happened to him and he wanted to avenge himself against Freeza. Huh, avenge myself by stealing his fun from him? He knew Freeza would be furious if he found out someone had gotten to Vegeta before him, no doubt Vegeta would probably let it slip that Freeza wasn't his first. Better pick someone Vegeta won't squeal on thought Zarbon pale at the thought of what Freeza would do to the unfortunate one to take the Saiyan prince first. Another reason not to do the deed himself. Well then if not he then who?

"Am I?" said Zarbon softly. Maybe he was, he wanted to get to know the Saiyan a little better so he could judge who would be best suited with the Saiyan prince. He'd pretty much decided he'd get Vegeta laid before Freeza got to him first. Strangely he kind of liked the idea of playing matchmaker, at least it was a good change from his normal activities of playing Freeza's thug and organizer. He had a list of people he knew from experience were skilled lovers, he'd just watch the prince till he got enough info to pick one and introduce them to each other. Of course, he had to mark off the ones that were too old for the prince, after last night he wanted to make sure he found someone around Vegeta's age, though there weren't many as young as Vegeta in the palace. He mentally sighed again it wasn't going to be an easy task, but he was determined to see it through.

As they walked down the hall Zarbon became aware of the looks everyone was giving them. Damn, word had probably already spread that Vegeta was Freeza's new pet and a hot one at that, and here he was walking down the hall with the new sex toy missing a few articles of clothing. Just great. He glanced at Vegeta to see the Saiyan was also aware of the looks people were giving them. It was against the rules to speak openly about the events of the Kennel club, but lots of soldiers were allowed to go there, and they often did talk to other club watchers about what had taken place in it the nights they hadn't been allowed in. Soon probably an 1/8 of all Freeza's men would at least know Vegeta was a new dancer, though probably only one out a hundred would ever see the prince at the club. Vegeta was off purging too often to be a regular.

Zarbon sighed. Yes, what was with shortie, he didn't even give Meikan a chance. `I would never touch one of your fifthly kind!' Was Vegeta referring to his kind of person or his species? Maybe that was it; throughout the Saiyan/Freeza treaty the number of reported demi-Saiyans was virtually non-existent which was quite remarkable. Saiyans weren't the pillaging and raping type unlike the rest of Freeza's men. They fought and did their jobs rather effectively, the fun to them was the fight itself not the spoils collected afterwards. Maybe Saiyans only mated at special times or they simply weren't interested in having sex with other species.

"I went after him," smiled Meikan. "Saiyans get really turned on when you chase them, it has something to do with their mating habits. Though it took some convincing from me to get Raditz to agree to spend the night. I get the feeling he was a little uncomfortable with me because I'm not Saiyan, sex seems to be a kind of instinctual thing with him. He warned me not to let me mark him or we might end up a set. He's at the stage in his life were he's looking for a permanent partner. He said something about me not being mentally compatible with him so he didn't want to get too attached to me. At first I thought he meant our personalities clashed but I heard Saiyans are a bit telepathic so it may have more meaning then that."

Zarbon laughed, "never mind about him," he said reaching out and tugging on the boy's long hair. Zarbon turned his head foreword and his smile slipped. Vegeta was always the serious type, which meant the Saiyan wasn't likely to even start considering a partner till he was at the age were he desired a life mate. Zarbon sighed in frustration, how do you get someone laid who just wasn't interested in sex?! Hmm, maybe he needed to find someone that was interested enough for the both of them. Someone who wanted a partner, Vegeta trusted, someone the Saiyan wouldn't ki blast right off the bat for asking, and someone that gave as good as he got… hmm! "Say Meikan, Raditz? Just how good is he?"

"I need a bath," he muttered trying to find a clean spot on his arm to wipe his face with. With an another sigh he gave up and let the blood stay, turning to see if there was anyone else around for him to take care of. Nappa was handling his own, it looked like he was having a damn good time doing it to. Where was Vegeta? Raditz turned his head around looking for his prince and spotted a blue and white dot moving about a mass of other moving dots. Bingo he thought with some pride noting the sheer number that his prince fought against. He flew over where he could get a better view and watched the show. A look of confused intrigue soon found its way on his face as he watched Vegeta move.

Vegeta jumped right over the head of one fighter, landed, and twisted to the side to avoid another who struck at his back. Seven fighters circled around him pressing against each other's sides to get at the Saiyan prince. Vegeta turned gracefully, arms waving around him as smoothly as a dancer, he then jumped right over the heads of the group and landed in a crouch as they seemed to explode in a shower of blood; head and limbs suddenly no longer attached to bodies. They fell lifeless to the ground, but no sooner had they fallen then more were charging at Vegeta who twisted and turned around them dodge and duck every fist and strike. He could have easily gotten rid of them with a few ki blasts like Nappa, but he didn't. Vegeta wasn't even fighting at his top level he'd lowered it several notches and was simple moving in and out of their ranks; sometimes not even bothering to strike when an opportunity screamed out hit me! He was baiting them, only killing those that got in his way, almost like he was moving in a particular pattern.

"No that's not what I'm talking about," growled Raditz. He hated talking to the dense Saiyan, Nappa was just a pig head fool. The only reason he'd had such a high rank before the destruction of their home world was because no one had a strong enough power level to challenge him for his position. A big stupid thug, no brains, but lots of brawn that was what Nappa was. Good thing Vegeta had survived and out ranked him, Raditz was pretty sure what was left of his species would all be extinct by now if that block head had been in charge. "Look at Vegeta, look at he way he's moving," said Raditz pointing at the short Saiyan.

"Not as much as you," muttered Raditz under his breath looking back at his prince. There was no doubting it, Vegeta was moving like a dancer, twisting and turning. The more surprising part was he was only powering up briefly to deliver a deathblow then dropping his power again. Raditz allowed his eyes to drop half way as he watched the young Saiyan dance the dance of death with those unworthy fools. They didn't know how lucky they were, Raditz only hoped his death would be so beautiful. To die by the hands of his enchanting dark prince would be bliss. Not that he wanted to court his death, though he would give much to court that dark angel.

What's he doing letting his tail out like that?! Raditz swallowed hard as he watched the furry length sway behind his prince. Every instinct in his body told him to run out there and grab it, throw the shorter Saiyan down, sink his teeth deep into the prince's tanned flesh, and claim his body again and again. Only the consequence of such an act prevented him from doing so. Even if he were fast enough to grab Vegeta, the remaining soldiers and Nappa would be upon him before he could get their armor off. Being royal blood Vegeta was as far out of his reach as any female Saiyan was at the moment, which was pretty far considering they were all dancing with the devil in hell right now.

What was Vegeta doing, taunting like that? A Saiyan's tail was the most intimate part of their body, to wave it around like that was a sexual jest often used to excite a partner into a mating haunt. The tail waving, combined with the dance like moves and perhaps the most sexiest smirk that he'd been seeing quite a bit of since they'd started their new list was driving Raditz's sex crazed mind crazy! He'd been longing for a partner for a whole year now, but had little to no luck finding a compatible species to bond with. Either the potential partner's mental abilities were non-existent or way over his level to feel comfortable around them. It wouldn't do to have a mate that could read your every thought; a man needed some privacy! The ones he'd managed to find at the same level as him were down right nasty to look at, some not even humanoid in shape. This search had been fruitless to put it bluntly.

He watched Vegeta's young form move with a lustful light in his eyes. Why couldn't I have been born a high-class soldier? Or Vegeta in a lower-class? It wasn't fair! Here he was hormones screaming for him to choose a mate and a perfect one was waving his tail his way, and he couldn't take the bait! Couldn't start a hunt with the youth because of rank! Vegeta was untouchable by someone like him, hell back on their home planet he won't have even been able to get a good look at him due to the large class gap. He would give anything for a chance at the prince, Vegeta was just what he was looking for: strong, handsome, intelligent, morbid sense of humor like himself, and Saiyan! That last part was particularly appealing, Saiyan, one of his own with the same instincts and desires as he.

His chances looked dim with the prince. He didn't attract Vegeta enough to make the Saiyan want him: too weak and too stupid. The likely hood of Vegeta ever hunting him were one in a hundred the only advantage he had was that he was Saiyan. He could wait a couple years and cross his fingers for when Vegeta's instincts kicked, maybe Vegeta would consider him because he was Saiyan, of course Nappa was Saiyan too…. Raditz face scrunched up in disgust. He'd rather kill himself then even think of those two together. It was just… wrong!

Raditz sighed in a depressed manner. His prince was the symbol of his people, Vegeta even to this day followed the strike code that had been handed down to him at a young age. One of those codes was no mixing alien blood into the royal bloodline, only pure Saiyan would do. His prince either would remain mate less for the rest of his life or be forced to break that code and bred outside his species. Raditz was also pretty sure that if Vegeta did take a partner it would be female, even if it was a hybrid an heir was an heir. It had been drilled into every Saiyan's head that they needed their noble blood or they were no longer a mightily race. Vegeta's line had existed since as far back as their recorded history went, probably longer. The thought of it dying out was unthinkable. Vegeta had all but been brain washed with that one rule, his bloodline must carry on and remember what they are, the descendants of kings and Queens from the greatest fighting race to ever live. Truly something to be proud of. Vegeta couldn't do this if he took a male partner, if he did pick a mate it would be female, Raditz was pretty sure of it. Either way Raditz looked at it Vegeta was going to have to break the Saiyan code, to not bred was breaking it, to bred with a non Saiyan was breaking it, Vegeta was really put in a tight pinch as far as the subject went. Raditz's chances just seemed to be going farther down the toilet the more he thought about it.

"Why wasn't I born female," he muttered out loud; that would have solved everything. Hmm, I might have made a cute girl, the thought ran through his head before he could stop it. A very odd image of him in a sexy pose sporting female equipment popped into his head. Eek! I'm so horny I'm thinking of the weirdest things! He fingered a few strands of his thick black hair, if I were female then I could have Vegeta. Of course, if I'd been female Nappa probably would have hunted me first and screwed me to death. Raditz winced at the thought, then stuck out his tongue in disgust. I've really got to stop thinking about Nappa's sex life.

"Finally land to stand on," grumbled Raditz getting up and stepping out of the cramped space he'd been stuck in for far too long. He stretched out full, arms up high, rocking forward on his toes, and even uncurling his tail to stick straight out behind him for a brief moment. The tail rewrapped and he planted his feet once gain, lowering his arms to rub at a crink in his neck. He turned to watch as Nappa and Vegeta stepped out of their pods, there was a lot of cracking of joints from Nappa while Vegeta walked smoothly out of his as if he hadn't been hibernating the whole way there. Of course, knowing Vegeta he might not have been. While he and Nappa were content to sleep the whole trip, Vegeta sometimes stayed awake and worked on weird stuff: read, writing and other such boring things. Raditz figured that the drugs that induced sleep weren't strong enough for Vegeta thus he had to knock himself out by other means, namely reading those incredible boring documents and such.

Vegeta's face never changed and Zarbon couldn't help but wonder just what was going on in that head of his. He watched as the Saiyan silently raised up a gloved hand and bit one finger eyes locked on Freeza's as he pulled it off with his teeth and dropped it on the ground. What's he doing thought Zarbon watching as the Saiyan pulled off his other glove and dropped it as his feet. Soon followed the cracked armor, which Vegeta tossed over his shoulder not caring who got hit by it. The armor smacked one solder on the back of the head and he turned with a curse which died on his lips once he saw where the projectile had come from. An amused smile touched Freeza's lips as his eyes reminded locked on the Saiyan in front of him. Vegeta's hands lifted to fist into each of his sleeves, a long ripping sound filled the air as he tore his sleeves off, leaving the edges of his blue top ragged. He then gripped the hem of his shirt and lifted it to bit down on it with his teeth, eyes never leaving the white changeling. He pulled with his head and hands and the shirt ripped up the middle to his ribs. He spat out the shirt and another long ripping sound filled the air as the hem of the shirt was cropped to just under Vegeta's chest, showing off a washboard stomach and slender waistline.

Zarbon swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortably hot as he watched Vegeta. He glanced around to see lots of other kennel members were watching with eager eyes, twisting around to try and see better into Freeza's box. You're too clever for your own good, Saiyan thought Zarbon. Giving Freeza a private show, while staring him down. It was enough to arouse any one who found the Saiyan slightly attractive. He turned his attention back to Vegeta as the Saiyan glanced down at himself breaking eye contact with Freeza for the first time. The Saiyan turned to the side took hold of his not so slashed up pant leg and rip! It tore all the way up his leg, Vegeta reached around and tore it up the back, exposing a fair portion of his left buttock. The Saiyan prince turned back to face Freeza, black eyes meet red as he raised of the tatter blue fabric and opened his hand to let it slip to the floor slowly sliding over his fingers. The Saiyan's tail unwrapped from his waist to stand up right behind him, tip slightly curled down.

Zarbon watched as Freeza's face went from disapproving to aroused; his eyes once again raked up the Saiyan's shape. "My Vegeta you are full of surprises." He took hold of the Saiyan leash and pulled dragging Vegeta in between his thighs. One of the changeling's hands slid around the back of Vegeta's left thigh and slowly began travel north. "For some reason I find this look more attractive on you then the last one," he pulled on the leash forcing Vegeta to bend over till he was almost nose to nose with Freeza, giving everyone behind the prince a rather nice view of the Prince's partly exposed rear. Their vision of bared flesh was blocked as Freeza's hand slid up to grope the Saiyan's rear, squeezing.

"What's he doing?" wondered Zarbon as the Saiyan raised the bloody finger and ran it under his left eye leaving behind a bloody streak. The Saiyan then licked all the blood off his finger and dropped his hand, sensually running his tongue over his lips. The move sent a shiver down Zarbon's spine. As the tongue completed its pass, the corner of Vegeta's mouth quirked up in a smug smirk, the lights flashed out and the music crashed down on them. The total black was soon replaced with lights running and flashing along the stage. For someone that didn't have any time to prepare that Saiyan seemed to have his act together thought Zarbon in amazement as he watched Vegeta move in time to the music. He was purposely making the spot lights chase him in a game of hide and seek, letting them sweep over him but never land solidly on him. They caught brief glimpses of waving arms, kicking legs, full body shoots, and that wild tail slashing the air.

Zarbon found himself subconsciously swaying back and forth even being tempted to lift his hands and wave them in the direction the Saiyan was, the lighting men weren't doing a good enough job of chasing the Saiyan, he was too fast and clever for them. The Saiyan suddenly stopped and all the lights landed on him. He turned and grinned at them over his shoulder as the lights flashed out and strobe lights flared to life. It was like watching a chopped up animation sequence seeing the Saiyan move while the lights blinked on and off. Vegeta's movements weren't as complex as his first dance, but these were far more sexual. The Saiyan tossed his head, arched, turned, and caressed himself all at the same time, fluidly and to the beat of the wild music. The other kennel members had once again gathered around the stage to cheer the Saiyan waving their hands at him. To farther taunt them Vegeta ventured near the rim of the stage, his slender feet and ankles dancing circles around their grabbing hands.

The man grinned at his good fortune and moved to grab Vegeta, but Vegeta grabbed him first. The Saiyan's hands grabbed hold of both wrists and then the Saiyan jumped back into a back flip booted feet connecting solidly with the man's jaw snapping his head back. The man staggered back from the blow unprepared for it, he snapped his face back down at the smirking Saiyan who was standing tall and curling a finger at him. With a shout the man charged at Vegeta, but tried to stop his momentum as the Saiyan jumped straight up when he'd reached him. Unfortunately he couldn't stop in time and Vegeta's leg connected with his face again, a shower of blood sprayed the Saiyan as the man's nose broke in a very messy fashion. Vegeta landed lightly on his feet while the man landed hard on his back. Everyone watched as Vegeta smeared the blood down his belly as he traced a path from his chest down to his hip, of course everyone's eyes continued down to the Saiyan's crotch with the move, the red streaks almost looked like arrows pointing down.

The soldier Vegeta had nailed before was back and sneaking up behind the Saiyan, when Vegeta spun tossed the shirt at the man's face, blinding him, ran straight up the tall man's front, kicked him across the face and jumped up in a quick smooth motion. The man fell face first to the stage and all the air was forced out of his lungs as Vegeta landed square on his back and straddled him. The Saiyan leaned back and causally put one of the man's hand into a pinky lock, the man under him roar in pain at the simple childish attack, the crowd laughed louder at the scene.

The once trapped man roared and stood up fast, Vegeta went with the move rolling off his back and into a summersault. Unfortunately for the soldier Vegeta keep his hold on his pants and the man found them around his ankles as the Saiyan rolled away from him. Vegeta was no longer the center of attention as the crowd laughed and threw the pant-less man sexual taunts, he wasn't exactly pet material. Even Freeza up in his private box threw back his head and laughed at the scene as the embarrassed man fled. Vegeta jumped back up to his feet allowing his chain to uncoil and lazily twisting it at his side. The lone remaining soldier looked like he wanted to flee as well.

The man charged and Vegeta twirled to the side whipping the metal chain over his head as he did so. He smacked the soldier across the face so hard it nearly made him black out, more blood splashed across Vegeta's turning shape. The man roared and charged again and Vegeta turned dancing to the side chain still turning over his head. It hit the man once, twice drawing blood with each hit speckling the Saiyan as he turned and twisted. The stupid man continued his assault till both he and Vegeta were painted red, though none of the blood was the Saiyan's. The song neared its end and Vegeta began to swing himself, turning hard with the chain till it appeared as no more then a twirling disk of silver. The chain struck the man three times before the Saiyan stopped his bloody dance, the metal chain continued to twirl wrapping around Vegeta's chest and waist like a decorative length of silver. The Saiyan smirked over his shoulder at the soldier right before the music stopped and the man fell flat on his face out cold. The crowd cheer at the Saiyan dripping wet with red blood. The Saiyan tossed his head sending drops of blood flying, then ran a hand through the wild locks. He was an absolute mess, his once blue suit was more rusty red then blue, and his skin was streaked with blood running down his frame and dipping into the groves of his muscle to trace his build like gory war paint. There was something distinctly sexual and wild about a blood-covered Saiyan, it looked more natural then the clothes covering his frame.

Raditz panted softly and made several small gasps for breath as he rolled around with the bluish skinned, orange haired alien. He tangled his finger in the length of his hair and pressed the side of his face to the curve of the alien's neck as his hips moved between the other's legs. He couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping as the alien smiled up at him with mischief and grabbed his tail. "I really missed doing this with you," grinned Meikan. "When I saw you were back all I could think about was getting a hold of this tail of yours," he said squeezing the said tail.

Raditz groaned in a mixed pain pleasure as the sensitive appendage was squeezed and pulled roughly, his strength all but leaving him. Damn he'd forgotten to keep his tail out of Meikan's reach. The sneaky alien was always using it to gain control over him. He couldn't even protest as the orange haired alien rolled so he was on top straddling the Saiyan's waist. "I just love playing with the wild things," smiled Meikan as he began moving over the Saiyan stroking and squeezing his tail as he did. Raditz tried to curse him but it was impossible to concentrate on anything but what was happening to his tail at the moment. Meikan was a demanding lover and rather inventive; Raditz knew he wouldn't be allowed much rest tonight. Not that he really minded. He wanted to take his mind off things and sex was always the best way to do that. Though he really wished the person riding him at the moment was a Saiyan, preferably one short spiky haired youth.

He growled deep in his throat at the forbidden thought and thrust his hips up harder, hands reaching up to grip Meikan's hips. "Oh yah!" shouted Meikan matching Raditz's pace. "You Saiyans are incredible, such strength," he gasped wiggling his hips. Raditz growled, wishing his partner would shut up. Mating was suppose to be an instinctive thing, but it was hard to let his instincts take over when the bluish alien wanted to have a conversation in the act. Saiyans didn't speak much during sex, at least not with a familiar partner. They believed that actions spoke louder then words, so if you wanted to prove yourself a good lover to a Saiyan it was best to shut up and get down to business.

Raditz's vision waved slightly with the pleasure/pain emanating from his tail. Why did he always let his guard down during sex?! No one but his mate should be allowed to toy with the sensitive appendage like that...well, if he had a mate...He growled in annoyance as his reason for seeking Meikan returned to him again: the desire for a partner. It was so strong now, so very strong, so Goddamn strong! It was hard to work with the thought hammering at his skull, hard to function with such demanding instincts calling to him. His eyes wandered up as the sweaty figure dancing across his lap landed on his face, taking in the beautiful youth that touched him as if they were mates, touched his tail… "Tail…Vegeta…why do you taunt me so…with it?" he gasped too breathlessly for Meikan to understand what he was saying.

His hips moved violently in an attempt to rid him of thought, to replace the mental turmoil with physical pleasure even if it was only briefly. And, for a moment he was able to achieve that bliss of thoughtless action he desired, was able to wipe the thought from his mind and let strong instincts take over in a wild sway of bodies. His partner cried out in gasps for more as Raditz sat up and bit at his abs and chest, running his tongue wetly over the ridges of muscles there and up to bite one of the dark blue nipple on the pale blue chest. His hand raked down the blue skinned creature's back leaving light scratches too fine to draw blood. Down they traveled to tease the place a tail should have been, awareness threatening to take him back with the discovery of his partner's tail-less state.

"No," he muttered against Meikan's chest crushing the alien to him. He fought to maintain his instinctual lust; this wasn't a sensation he wanted to remember. No, he only wanted to be aware of what he was doing during sex the night he found a permanent partner. Then he'd want to remember it all. Every cry, every gasp, every thrust, and every arch of sweaty bodies; he would savor it all. But not this. This was only sex, not an exchange of affection, only sex, only sex…. "Ahhhh!" cried out Meikan fisting his hands in Raditz's thick mane and arching against the Saiyan in orgasm as Raditz slammed his hips down hard onto his arousal. Raditz's eyes watered, blurring his vision and without thought or care he lifted his head and set his teeth against the curve of the bluish alien's neck ready to invade and claim the creature in his arms, even it wasn't what he wanted.

He never got to finish the bite as Meikan roughly pulled on his hair snapping his head back. "Raditz baby," panted Meikan. "That's the second time out of three rounds you've tried to `mark' me as you say." Raditz lowered his gaze in an almost ashamed manner. "Hey, don't be embarrassed," purred Meikan pressing up against his chest, head falling on his shoulder, drawing circles in a teasing manner around one of his nipples. "I'm very flattered that you want me that much." No I don't want you, thought Raditz, but I've become that desperate. "Listen Raditz, if you want to talk about your problems I'm more then-" "No!" growled Raditz. "It's none of your concern." The blue skinned alien looked slightly hurt at Raditz's harsh tone.

Raditz sighed and leaned forward to press a kiss to Meikan's lip, and then leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. "Forgive me Meikan. I'm just frustrated." "Well, I don't mind. You're a better fuck when you're frustrated," teased the alien, moving to lie on top of the tall Saiyan. He slid down so his head rested on Raditz's powerful chest, a deceitfully tender looking embrace for two that truly cared nothing for each other. Raditz's hands slid down to tangle in the other's hair. His eyes closed and a frown crossed his face. Too soft, not thick enough, too non-Saiyan, he thought, running his fingers through the soft strands of bright orange. All too soon Meikan was kissing and biting at his abs again, signaling that he wanted another round already. Raditz sighed and opened his eyes telling himself he needed to get ready for more action, though his heart really wasn't in it.

Still, his heart didn't need to consent to the act; just his body...and it was already responding to the stimulation. Grinning once again, Meikan turned around in a 180-degree position, telling Raditz what he wanted. The Saiyan didn't hop to it right away. He lay still for a while, feeling utterly depressed. I'll never find any thing meaningful. All I'll ever have is this… just sex...even if it is good, he thought, grabbing Meikan's hips to pull them back so that he might return the favor that Meikan was currently giving him with his mouth. Both froze as the front door slid open and in walked a figure with long green hair and greenish skin. "Meikan do you want to…" Zarbon's eyes widened taking in the sight before him.

"Hi," waved Meikan from his position between the Saiyan's legs. Under him Raditz blushed, closing his legs, his tail moving up over his lap in a pathetic attempt to hide himself- or at least a more private part of himself. Zarbon blinked looking at the furry tail. "Saiyan?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side to see who Meikan was playing with, but unable to since that person had his head hidden between the other alien's legs. "Want to join us?" asked Meikan with a seductive grin. "Meikan!" protested the Saiyan under him in an embarrassed fashion. "Oh come on Raditz baby, I'll let you be in the middle," said Meikan, lifting himself up more to look back between his legs. "Raditz," said Zarbon in disappointment. It would have been too good to be true if it had been Vegeta. Then he wouldn't have to worry about the monkey Prince anymore.

"Hmmm… Raditz," he said again, looking at the Saiyan now trying to wiggle out from under the bluish skinned alien. This could be a great opportunity to find out more about Saiyans. "Don't leave lover. I think Zarbon's getting interested in that threesome," said Meikan in a cheerful voice, draping himself over the Saiyan's back as Raditz flipped over to try and crawl off the bed. "Meikan!" protested the Saiyan, prying at the arms wrapped around him. "Raditz," called Zarbon, making the Saiyan freeze and slowly turn his head to look at him. "I'd like to speak to you if you don't mind." It wasn't a request and Raditz knew it, so he swallowed and nodded his head. "Meikan, sorry to steal your date, but would you be a dear and leave the room?" said the greenish changeling.

"What?! It's my room! My bed! And my Saiyan! I'm not going to… oh! Saiyan! I see, okay (wink) I'll let you and the `Saiyan' have some fun since I know you've been curious for a while about them," grinned Meikan grabbing the only sheet on the bed and jumping off with it, leaving poor Raditz completely exposed. "Call me when you're done or if you change your mind about that threesome!" said the alien, heading off into another section of the apartment and shutting the door after him. Zarbon and Raditz watched him go then sweat dropped. Slowly they turned to look at each other. An awkward silence filled the air. Raditz slowly moved his hands down between his legs, covering himself as if expecting Zarbon to shout at him for doing so.

He thinks I'm going to fuck him, thought Zarbon shaking his head. Well, he thought, tilting his head to the side to try and get a better view, he did seem well equipped… Zarbon mentally slapped himself, telling himself to get down to the real business. "At ease; I'm not interested in you. I have some questions," said Zarbon. Raditz blinked confused eyes at him. "I want to know some things about your Prince and your kind," stated Zarbon. All embarrassment vanished to be replaced with a scowl. "I will not betray my Prince." He's very loyal, thought Zarbon, taking in the change in attitude. "I'm not asking you to. I want to know what your relationship with him is."

"Relationship…" said Raditz. A look of bewilderment crossed his face before he fixed it back up in a frown. "I am the weaker of two the Saiyan soldiers that serve him. I am ranked a first class-" "No," snapped Zarbon. "I know your rank, I want to know what your feelings are towards one another." "Feelings?! There are no feelings. He gives me orders and I fellow them. That is our relationship." Zarbon sighed. Were all Saiyans this stubborn and pigheaded? "So, you're not even friends then?" Raditz paused. "I am part of his hunting pack. That is a kind of alliance that could also be called friendship, yet is not. If I'd been born to a higher house of nobility, I could perhaps claim the title of friend to my Prince, but I was not."

Intriguing, thought Zarbon, looking at Raditz with interest. "Your difference in rank prevents you from being friends?" Raditz growled in an irritated fashion. "Our difference in rank would have made Vegeta-sama indifferent to my existence if things had been different. I am a commoner. He is of Royal lineage. Our classes do not blend well." "So you are too beneath him to socialize with him?" "I'm too below him to look at him," snapped Raditz. "The only reason I am allowed to do is because there are so few of us left." Zarbon studied the Saiyan before him. There was a bitter light in Raditz's eyes, as if he loathed this class difference with a passion. This could either mean that he hates Vegeta and the power he holds over him by birthright, or that he wanted to be closer to the Prince but was unable to because of his low breeding. Zarbon was betting the latter of the two since the tall Saiyan was obvious very loyal to his prince.

So then...did Raditz want to be Vegeta's friend or more? This has potential. If I can get around this class barrier with these two, then maybe I get can them together. He smirked. Won't that piss Freeza off, to be beaten to his pet monkey by another monkey. He knew Freeza loathed the very thought of defeat, and defeat in any form to a Saiyan would be a jagged pill indeed to swallow. Of course, this could very well mean Raditz's life...not that he cared much for what happened to the Saiyan; he had no personal interest in Raditz. He'd leave that up to Vegeta. If Vegeta turned in the other Saiyan then there was no blood on his hands. He nodded to himself. First he need to see if Raditz did harbor any sexual feeling towards his prince.

"Tell me Raditz; by the standard of your kind, is Vegeta handsome?" Raditz looked slightly taken aback by the question. He gathered his wits and considered the question. "Yes, the Royal family has always been considered fairly beautiful, both the males and females. They have managed to maintain a standard appearance for generations. All Saiyans know what Royal blood look basically like, because the Royal house always has had very distinguishing features, which are passed down to their offspring. Vegeta's hair is a trademark of the male side of his family. Only those of Royal blood's hair stands on end like that. Everyone else's tends to have parts that are flat or too thick like my own to stand up straight. Vegeta also has very strong features, which are very handsome by our standards. In fact the only thing Vegeta doesn't have going his way as for looks is…" the Saiyan paused, glancing back and remembering who he was talking to. He'd started to get too talkative and into the subject since it was something he really wanted to speak to someone else about, just like a silly girl talking to her girlfriend about her latest crush. Of course, that girlfriend shouldn't be Zarbon who outranked Vegeta and had no need for information on Saiyan standards of beauty. What the hell could Zarbon of all people want with this information?

"What?" asked Zarbon, "...What's his weak point?" When Raditz didn't answer, he narrowed his eyes at the Saiyan who paled a bit under the glare and looked as if he was thinking whether the information was worth his life to keep secret. "His height," said Raditz softly. "Huh?" said Zarbon blinking his eyes. Raditz frowned. "Vegeta is shorter then the standard male Saiyan. His father was close to Nappa's height. In fact, Vegeta's kind of built more like his…" Raditz clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes widening as if he'd almost let something wrong slip.

"Like? Like who? Tell me Saiyan, or I'll beat it out of you," threatened Zarbon. "You're not going to tell him anything I tell you, are you?" asked Raditz, almost fearfully. Zarbon thought about it and shook his head. "No, this is just for my own information. I don't plan on sharing it." Raditz bit his lip lightly. "His mother, the Queen. He's built kind of like her," he said squirming a bit. Zarbon blinked his eyes and started laughing. No wonder Raditz was concerned that word would get back to Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince would probably pound him if he found out that the lower class Saiyan had dared to compare him to a woman. Of course, Vegeta did have a kind of feline grace to him that was a bit out of place on a man. Well...at least, most men.

"Gggggrrrrr, stop laughing. Queen Celleris was one of the most beautiful Saiyans to live!" Zarbon calmed down, though he still had an amused look on his face. "You've seen his mother before?" Raditz nodded. "I saw her fight once when I was a young boy. She was pure poetry in motion, I'll never forget how she moved. Vegeta is like her." Zarbon's amused smiled left him as he thought of Vegeta, the grace and follow of the young Saiyan's body. Indeed, he didn't think he'd ever forget either. He must have inherited it from this Saiyan queen, Celleris. "How is he built like her?" he asked. Vegeta's frame might be slender but he was still rather masculine. "The height for one. They're about the same in height now. And the build; not the feminine attributes, but the way they are constructed. Vegeta is compact, yet he isn't stout. He's still fairly slender, unlike most who lack in height. It's just like his whole body's been shrunk from the standard size. He doesn't look short. Only when you compare him to taller people does it show. Do you know what I mean?"

Yes, Zarbon understood; really short people like, say, Gurdo from the Ginyu squad looked like they'd been squashed down to a shorter height while Vegeta looked like the height he had belonged on him, even thought he was short by standards. Zarbon lifted an eyebrow at the Saiyan before him. "Do you think he's handsome?" Zarbon watched as Raditz's eyes widened and a blush spread on his cheeks. "I'll take that as a yes," smiled Zarbon. "Th-that's none of your business," snapped Raditz. Zarbon only smirked at the blushing Saiyan. Oh, but I'm making it my business, he thought. Obviously Raditz had no problem with male partners, having caught the Saiyan with one, but what about Vegeta? Yes, Vegeta probably did have something again male/male sex he guessed, thinking back on all the rude comments Vegeta made to him about being his perverted toward him. The Saiyan Prince was going to have to get rid of that prejudice soon, especially with Freeza out for him.

It was very doubtful that Vegeta would not experience sex with another man under Freeza's wing. He was going to have to do it sooner or later, whether he wanted to or not. It was best if he allowed himself to accept it. There was less mental anguish that way. He eyed Raditz. He was the best there was for the task. He wouldn't use Vegeta, that was for sure, and it appeared he truly did desire and want the Saiyan- a possible relationship could bloom from it. Vegeta would trust him, or at least accept him as one of his own kind. Now all he needed was to introduce the idea to Vegeta, get the Prince thinking about it. He frowned. That was going to be hard; Vegeta's lack of desire in the area was going to be a major obstacle. Maybe he could somehow make the act appeal to Vegeta's other senses, beside his non-existent sex drive. How, he had no idea.

"Hmmm," he hummed, eyeing Raditz again. The first step was to get Raditz in on Vegeta's little secret. "Raditz, have you ever heard of the `Kennel Club'?" Raditz snarled. "I will not be your pet," he growled, fur on his tail fluffing out. Good, smiled Zarbon; he knew about the club and its activities. "So you've been inside it?" Raditz looked uncomfortable. "No, but I've heard of it. Someone invited me to go with them as a pet, but I won't let them shield my ki to go in." Oh this was good, very good, though Zarbon with a satisfied smile. "Raditz, I'm inviting you to the club, not as a pet but as a Master. Surely you won't turn down my offer, will you?" his tone was almost threatening.

Raditz watched him leave in bewilderment. "What just happened?" he asked the air in confusion. "Raditz baby, did he leave?" asked Meikan sticking his head into the room. "Ahh," he whined seeing only Raditz. "He never called me to join you two. Big meanie, stealing my room, bed, and partner, using them and leaving without a good bye." He pouted and frowned childishly. Raditz just shook his head and reached down to grab his discarded armor, no longer in the mood to have sex. His mind was more confused then it'd been before he'd entered Meikan's room. Just what was going on, he wondered.

Zarbon walked towards the pet training room Vegeta always used when Freeza called for him. He was dressed in shear white slacks, so thin they were almost translucent. The out line of bright red underwear could be made out through them. Over his broad chest he wore a stylish white top with a blazer like collar and a line of large buttons starting at mid chest and going down to the waist ban of his slacks. There was no back to the shirt it wrapped around his neck and lower back to keep it in place. It was almost business like yet with an almost famine kind of sex appeal to it. Around his wrists were white cuffs looking like they'd once been part of a work shirt or should have been part of the shirt if it had sleeves. Several lengths of gold chains rested on the part of his chest that was bare, red gemstones hung from his ears, and a matching red headband rested on his forehead. Over the whole outfit to hide it from eyes that didn't need to see was a long gray over coat that hide all the more reveling parts of the costume. He looked rather handsome and business like with the coat over.

Zarbon walked to stand in front of the training room door and opened it to step in. The changeling couldn't help but stare as he spotted the Saiyan prince in perhaps the holiest part of denim short shorts. Holy in the fact that the shorts were like swish cheese only managing to cover where it truly counted. They rode up the Saiyan’s rear and the torn edges were afraid giving a well worn looked. They were tight around his hips and butt and only reached up to the lower abs, the lines of his pelvic bone showed. There was a square shape sticking out in one of his hole covered back pockets showing that Vegeta had something tugged in it. The Saiyan wore a dark purple muscle shirt, sleeveless and cropped at his rips to display a washboard stomach; the collar of the shirt went up high on his throat. Written across the shirt in white bold type was the words Dog Warrior. Black leather, steal toe, lace up boots were on his feet reaching up to mid shin. The buckles and laces were pure white contrasting sharply with the black leather. Around the Saiyan’s wrists were spike-studded bracelets. On his hands finger-less black bike gloves, and a long strap of black leather twisting in an irregular manner all the way up Vegeta’s right arm. A pair of green lens shades perched on his nose too low to be in the line of his vision. What really got Zarbon was that the Saiyan was sitting backwards in a chair, legs spread wide, tail uncurled (it was sticking through one of the holes in the shorts) and almost dragging on the ground, arms draped over the back of the chair, and a cigarette in his mouth. Cigarette?!

Zarbon bared his teeth at the Saiyan in anger as Vegeta watched on in amusement. Zarbon sighed loudly, calm down he’s doing this to make you up set so he can forget his own nerves thought Zarbon watching the tail twitch. Vegeta always did get a big kick out of watching other people suffer, probably took his mind off of how miserable he is. He wondered briefly why Vegeta was nervous. Of course, it was almost time for him to go to the Kennel again, but his was the first time he'd ever appeared so nervous. Zarbon frowned harder at him. "What’s got you so jumpy?" he asked.

Once again they were moving through the crowd of grabbing hollering men, who talked excitedly about Freeza’s wild pet Saiyan and his sexy pet changeling. Zarbon kept his eyes on Vegeta as they moved. Strange here they were two warriors being forced to do such perverted acts and yet they were so unalike. Even their dress distinguished the differences. Vegeta was wild, untamed, and ruggedly handsome, like some wild black stallion, beautiful to watch running across open plains. That was why Vegeta had such sex appeal he was still that wild horse running free even if his plains had been turned into a small section of pasture, or a square of stage for him to trot around. He had yet to be broken to the saddle and its rider. He'd once been the same, but he'd been broken and tamed, and was now like a pure white thrall-bred that would prance and gallop when his master kicked him in the sides, unlike Vegeta who was more likely to buck and kick back.

Damn you Saiyan, thought Zarbon blinking his eyes that water slightly from the smoke. You're much better suited to be with this one then Freeza, he’s a brute just like you he mentally growled while Cooler groped his crotch through his thin pants. He hated Freeza’s brother; he'd been forced to be familiar with him almost every time he appeared at the kennel. And, the cigarette smoke was making it even more unpleasant. Unlike Vegeta, Zarbon did not like the scent of smoke. It was going to take him forever to get it out of his hair. Sometimes I think you exist just to make me suffer, Vegeta thought Zarbon darkly.

"Yes- no- I mean-" stammered Raditz. I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be looking at my prince like this! His eyes glanced back at the stage where Vegeta was twisting his lean form in erotic arches that just made him want to slide his hands up and down the young Saiyan’s sides and embarrass him from behind to plant kisses all along his neck and shoulders. If watching Vegeta dance with his opponents made him want him watching the Saiyan just dance was making him burn with desire and lust. His Saiyan instinct were telling him there was a perfect partner that would satisfy all his wants and needs. That everyone else in the room had become competition for that twisting prize. A maddening rush of bloodlust and sexually desire mixed together in a deadly combination of inbred Saiyan instincts, it was enough to drive a weaker mind into a mad killing spree. Only the realization that such an act would result in his death prevented Raditz from knocking everyone out of his way and climb up on the stage to claim the right to hunt Vegeta as his alone.

After a long moment of watching the erotic display finally a moment of sanity managed to emerge from the tide of desire. If Vegeta sees me here I'm a dead man. Raditz broke out in a cold sweat suddenly having the strongest desire to hide. Even if he and Vegeta had been the only one’s in the room, hunting Vegeta was courting death! Vegeta’s power level far surpassed his, he'd never catch him in a chase and could sure as hell never defeat him in a fair fight. He held as still as death hoping Vegeta won't spot him, he would have bolted if he wasn't sure it would have gotten the Saiyan prince’s attention. As it was he was a deer caught in the headlights, too awed to look away and too scared to move.

Vegeta ran his hand up his stomach, past his chest, and neck to brush past his lips and press the green lens up more on his nose. He swayed his hips to the beat of the music, tail working in wide swings behind him. This music was more to his liking, you couldn't really understand the lyrics clearly it was more sounds and beat then anything else. He went with the irregular flares of notes letting his body move in time to their irregular patterns and constant beat. He bent backwards and made a bridge, arching fully before pushing off his toes to flip back over, he did it again, but instead of flipping to his feet he lowered himself smoothly to the floor and slide up to perch on his toes crouched down. He began to move like a break dancer feet near staying in the same place longer then half a second as he turned building his speed into a mad twist. He rolled backward to spin on his back a moment before twisting up into a spinning handstand and pushing off to land lightly on his feet again. He kept up with the mad twist and swung himself into a set of tornado kicks looking like a cat as he twisted to land on all four on the last one. He knelt down on his knees and slid up on them, raising his hands and fisting them in his own wild mane, toss his head to the beat of the music, tail shaking with it. The beat of the music slowed slightly as the singer took a moment out of the loud rock song to say a couple lines clearly. Vegeta slowed with it and arched back to lie on the floor, legs still bent at the knees but now bent to the sides to flatten out as much as possible. He arched back up to his knees and sways slowly to the sides eyes closed in a sensual manner, tail swaying just as slowly. For a moment he looked anything but wild even with the rag tad outfit. It was completely sensual sending shivers up everyone spines, like when you walk into a warm room after being outside in the cold and a shiver rakes you from the sudden contrast in temperature. Vegeta raised up his arms over is head, bending one arm to slide his fingers down his bicep. His eyes opened and he smirked again leaping back up to his feet as the music went from sensual to loud rock in two seconds flat and the dirty dancing continued.

The audience was cheering him on chanting Saiyan as he thrilled and aroused them. Vegeta snorted softly to himself he had such control over them at the moment, they were hungrily watching his every move. If he could learn to expect this occupation he might actually get a kind of power trip from it. But, even if he smirked on the outside he was repulsed on the inside. This was the job of a lowly whore not a mighty Saiyan prince. He turned to the side and abruptly jerked to a stop his eyes growing wide, tail shoot out straight behind him and puffed out to twice its normal thickness as he looked at a familiar face among the sea of gawkers.

Oh god, oh god! What’s Raditz doing here! Screamed Vegeta mentally. One of his fellow Saiyans had seen- had seen him playing the roll of Freeza’s little sex toy! The shame it brought him was almost too much to bear. He already had to bear the sexual taunts and calls of Freeza and his men. He couldn't stand it if he lost respect in the eyes of his men for this disgrace that had been forced on him. Vegeta’s eyebrows pulled down. I'm still his prince. I'll have to makes sure he still know who’s in charge and where he stands he thought turning and replacing his confident smirk on his face. He looked Raditz right in the eyes a dark gleam into those obsidian orbs.

Without warning Vegeta jumped off the stage and landed on one of the tables much to its occupants’ delight. They cheered loudly and reached up hands to try and run them along the Saiyan’s calves. Vegeta turned circles among them evading their reach. One stood up and caught Vegeta, running his hands up the Saiyan’s thighs worshipfully to hold his rear and nipped at his stomach. Vegeta allowed the play for a few seconds, eyes still burning holes in Raditz. Then he fisted his hands in the man’s hair and pulled him close, without any warning he slammed the man’s face into the table and jumped over his head to land on another table closer to Raditz. That table’s occupants repeated the last table’s willing to risk the pain for a chance to touch the Saiyan. Vegeta once again danced among their grabbing hands. He caught one and yanked him up, fisting his hands into the man’s shirt, and bending down to be almost nose-to-nose with the man who was both excited and fearful. Vegeta let go with one hand to run it over the man’s face and through his hair. The man quivered with desire and moved his hands up to attempt to do the same, but he suddenly found himself falling as Vegeta shoved him backwards hard and jumped to land in a crouch on Raditz’s table still staring the other Saiyan down.

The Saiyan prince remained crouched down on all fours, tail lashing behind him as his black eyes gleamed brightly. He looked like a cat about to pounce on a cornered mouse. Raditz, who was the unfortunate mouse, found it hard to breathe. He'd seen Vegeta give others that sexy your so dead look before, but he'd never been on the receiving end of it. All he could do was stare at the young Saiyan in front of him fighting his fear and desire, luckily or unluckily the two seemed to cancel each other out and left him paralyzed. The other members of his table weren't paralyzed though and they whooped and laughed drunkenly at their ‘good’ fortune. Raditz expected his prince to strike him dead right then ki or not he didn't doubt that Vegeta could still do it if he tried. His face had turned a deadly white as he waited for death.