USURPING THE GLORY:

“We are about to land on Planet Zariak, Vegeta. Do you wish for me to reduce the landing pressure now?”

“Why do you insist on asking me such foolish things, Radditz? Have we never gone on such purgings before? Of course you should reduce the pressure! What the fuck are you waiting for?!” The short-tempered saiyan prince snapped at his traveling companion in irritation.

His normal bad temperament was further aggravated by the fact that he had been made to go on this stupid trip again just within a week of his last purge.

The last planet had proven to be a lot more difficult than expected. A lousy, worthless piece of junk, otherwise known as the Planet Uuk. The people of that planet had known of their arrival and had put up a pretty good, but otherwise useless fight with the two powerful saiyans. Rubbing his neck wearily, Vegeta stared blankly out the small window of his space pod. Freeza had been pleased.

~ As he ought to be. The little fuck. ~

And true to his ugly nature, the reptile had given them a heartwarming gift. Another purge. This time on Zariak.

~ Hopefully, this should be quick and then I can return to the healing chamber. ~

His wounds from the Uuk uprising had barely healed, and he ached in places he never thought possible.

“We are here.”

“All right, Radditz. Locate a suitable location and then be sure to land without destroying the pod like you did last time. Got it?”

“Yes, Vegeta.”

The space pods landed softly on a piece of terrain that looked eerily like it had already been destroyed by a tremendous earthquake or a really gigantic blast. Stepping out of his pod, Vegeta frowned in confusion. This planet looked….well…deserted. Deciding to explore, he took off into the air, followed quickly by Radditz. For hours they flew over the barren land. There seemed to be no sign of life. Landing on what used to be a lush forest, except for the now dead and burnt out plants, Vegeta turned to his companion.

“Radditz?”

“Yes, Vegeta.” Radditz answered, bemusement filling his voice.

“Please tell me again. Did you check on the position of this planet before landing here?”

“Of course I did. You know I always do that!” The longhaired saiyan answered, finding himself getting angry at Vegeta’s tone of irritation.

“Radditz, check your fucking scouter!! Do you feel any energy levels?!! At all?!!” Vegeta shouted, now very, very upset.

Radditz twiddled with the instrument for several seconds, feeling his face begin to burn with embarrassment, as it recorded nothing. Turning to his livid prince, he began to blubber out in confusion.

“I swear, Vegeta. When I checked in my space pod, I could read some energy levels. I swear it!!”

“Grrrr..you are just……What the…?” Vegeta froze as his scouter began picking up power levels that were oh! so familiar.

~ What are those bastards doing here? ~

Spinning around sharply, he looked up into the sky with growing fury at the two unwelcome guests. In a flourish, the figures landed in front of the two saiyans, grinning smugly at the now glaring men.

“Well! If it isn’t the Prince of all Saiyans and his big goon of a partner.” The blue-skinned man drawled as he gave a sly glance at his shorter companion.

Vegeta growled lowly in his throat, his tail beginning to swish in growing agitation. What were Zarbon and Jeice doing here? The last time he checked, Freeza had sent the two of them someplace else. What were they doing on Zariak? This was their planet!

“What are you doing here?” he asked softly, betraying his anger.

“What does it look like, monkey boy? We purged the bloody planet before you losers could make it. We had a smashing good time, didn’t we, Zarbon?” The short, orange-skinned Ginyu fighter known as Jeice, jeered in reply.

~ Monkey… ~ “This was supposed to be our purge, Zarbon.”

“Too bad, Vegeta. It looks like you guys were too slow; so, Lord Freeza sent us to complete the job.”

“You lie!!” Radditz bellowed out, making a mad dash for the tall changeling.

“RADDITZ! Stop!” Vegeta yelled out, knowing that Zarbon and Jeice wanted a fight, and he was in no mood or condition to entertain one right now, much as he would have liked to. “Let us not waste our time with these non-entities. Let us return to the ship, then we can tell Freeza…”

“Tell him what?” Zarbon said, strolling towards the tense Saiyan. “Tell him that you failed, Vegeta? You know that the master does not like people who….fail.”

“I did not fail!!” Vegeta yelled, his anger getting the better of him. He hated the word ‘failure’, and he knew that Zarbon was milking that little word for all it was worth.

“Oooh, poor little Vegeta. You must be so mad at the fact that we beat you two to the punch. Oh, but you should have seen the little weaklings. They were sooo good to defeat. Crying, begging, pleading for their lives. The smell, the taste of blood, Vegeta. You long for that, don’t you? You crave the need for destruction, to feel the lives of many wither away at your hands. The need to be…..in control.” Zarbon taunted, whispering the last few words to within inches of Vegeta’s face.

“Fuck you.” Vegeta whispered harshly, before giving the other man a swift but painful punch to his jaw, watching in small satisfaction as Zarbon staggered backwards in surprise.

“Don’t let him get away with it, Zarbon! You give it to him good!” Jeice shouted in encouragement, before he felt himself fly a few feet and then land with a painful thud on the hard ground as he stared in shock at the looming figure of Radditz in front of him.

“Oh, you asked for it, Radditz. Aargghhhhh!!!!” Dashing at an amazing speed, Jeice lunged for the taller Saiyan and successfully shot him a few feet into the air, throwing an energy blast after the flying man. Radditz dodged the shot narrowly and with a snarl, he hurled an even stronger energy blast, successfully burning off a bit of the shorter man’s uniform.

Meanwhile, Vegeta and Zarbon had gotten into a scuffle of their own. This was not the first time they had gotten into fights before. In fact, they got into fights everyday, either verbally or physically. Not that it made any difference, the end result was always the same. Both men would end up becoming strangely aroused after each confrontation, wanting to satiate each other’s need for the deep craving that consumed them each time.

Growling low in his throat, Vegeta stared at his now dishelved opponent, trying to suck in much needed breaths of air. He noticed with a faint sense of lust at how vulnerable Zarbon looked with his uniform shredded at some parts, exposing his well-muscled flesh. With amazing speed, Vegeta lunged for the taller man, baring his teeth as he sank sharp canines into the thick neck. He felt a light buzz of delirium as his mouth was suddenly filled with the sharp tasting blood, drinking steadily as he barely registered the howl of pain from the taller man. Sinking sharp fingers into the now exposed back, he raked them downwards slowly, grinning in smug delight at the sharp hiss of pain that was emitted. He could feel the blood drip down his hands now and he was intoxicated with it.

His pleasure was to be short-lived, however, as his tail was quickly caught in a viselike grip. Withdrawing blue-stained lips away from his prize, Vegeta grit his teeth as the pain shot through his body like a knife.

“How do you like that now, monkey boy?” Zarbon breathed harshly, before squeezing the soft appendage again. He noticed with grim satisfaction that although in pain, the prince was still highly aroused and without further ado, he yanked down the skintight uniform, exposing the swollen flesh to his watchful gaze.

“AH!!” Vegeta howled, as Zarbon began stroking his throbbing flesh. He tried to focus on his anger, trying to resist the taller man, but to no avail and he had to watch helplessly as he was roughly sucked on, the rough abrasions of the changeling’s tongue on his nether regions and the constant grip on his tail, nearly causing the saiyan prince to faint.

~*~*~*~*~

Radditz leapt through another round of ki blasts, wondering idly whether Vegeta was faring any better. For a worthless Ginyu force member, Jeice was turning out to be a much tougher opponent than he had bargained for. Suspending himself in the air, he tried to locate where the elusive fighter might have disappeared to.

~ Concentrate…~

“Right behind you, mate!!” Jeice screamed, before wrapping his legs around the muscled torso and clamping his arms around the taller saiyan’s neck. “Haha!! Gotcha good this time, mate! Let’s see how you get out of this one!”

Radditz tried to throw the clinging man off his body, but it was to no avail. Jeice was like a leech on him and he was also aware of how suggestive their position was. In fact, he could feel the other man’s arousal stroke his back with each attempt to buck the other off.

Feeling himself get a bit dizzy at the chokehold on his neck, he was about to give in, when he was suddenly released. Dropping to his knees on the ground in surprise, he spun around quickly to glance warily at the smug-looking man leering at him.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Radditz asked, feeling his skin crawl at the way Jeice suddenly began licking his lips.

“I think I am going to have a little fun with you, Saiyan. That’s all.”

“Like hell you ar…..AAAAHHHHH!!!” Radditz screamed as his tail was gripped tightly. Before he could even blink, he felt the last bits of his uniform ripped off his body, exposing his taut cheeks to the leering man behind him.

“I guess all the boys at the ship were right after all. Saiyan flesh really is a sight to behold.” And with a satisfied grunt, he plunged his turgid flesh into the tight and unprepared opening, grinning as he listened to the frustrated screams and groans from the bigger man.

~*~*~*~*~

Zarbon thrust faster into the tight heat of the prince, feeling his impending orgasm approach quickly. Vegeta thrust back fiercely, feeding off the strong sensations of pain and pleasure that coursed through his taut being. He would hate himself for this later on, but for now this was all that mattered. The pain. The need to feel, to fill that deep emptiness inside of him, at least for now, this would do just fine.

He growled as he felt the changeling’s fingers rake across his back, drawing forth his royal blood. Felt the tips of the abrasive tongue as it licked the red liquid off his back. Felt his own explosion about to happen and with a final squeeze on his sensitive appendage, he let loose his sticky essence, watching idly as the creamy substance flowed freely onto the hard ground. Tensing again, he waited as he felt Zarbon explode into his own body, using his inner muscles to capture the turgid flesh in him for several moments longer.

Both men collapsed limply onto the dusty earth, each knowing that in a few minutes, the animosity would be back again.

~ Replusive. ~

The saiyan prince got off his feet first, shaking a bit as he tried to coax his aching body and tail back into submission. Slipping quietly into his uniform, at least what remained of it, he dusted himself off and without looking at the still limp Zarbon, he said curtly,

“We are returning to the ship...” He began, before stopping short, as he watched his companion and Jeice fly towards them.

“Vegeta.” Radditz said softly, not able to look at his prince in the eye, as he landed next to the smaller man. Vegeta didn’t need to be told. He knew what had happened.

“Let’s go, Radditz.” Vegeta said, glaring daggers at the smirking Jeice. With a burst of energy, that left a lot of dust in the faces of the other two men, the saiyans took off to their space pods.

Coughing and cursing beneath their breaths, Zarbon and Jeice floated off the ground, looking after the disappearing men.

“Think we should tell the Master about this? I mean us purging the planet before them.” Jeice asked, looking quizzically at the taller man.

“No. Let Freeza think they did it. I think I am going to keep dangling this over Vegeta’s head every time he tries to get wise with me. Let’s go, Jeice. We have more work to do.”

And with that the two men flew off to their next mission, but not before completely destroying the planet known as Zariak.

THE END.