CHAPTER FOUR:
PADUM….PADUM…PADUM….
I
am a warrior
Hear
me roar
Fear
me, mere mortal
For
I am strength
Cower
away
Hide
your little ones
For
I am the one who
Defeats
you tonight.
PADUM…PADUM…PADUM…
The
throbbing beats of the drums and the slow chants began to grow in fervor and
intensity as the fighters made their way to the center ring. There would be
only ten fighters tonight, Radditsu being one of them. His archrival, Pakaru,
was also among the ten and the desire to best the other was like a potent drug
in their veins. Ignoring every other competitor, the two tall Saiyans grinned
in devilish delight at each other. This was the chance they had been waiting
for. The chance to finally find out whom was the best.
This
was to be a battle royale. All ten fighters were to enter the ring at the same
time and then the last two left would have to slug it out for the chance to be
crowned wa’zua of the night, in this case, a chance to be picked by the
prince himself. The rules for the battle were simple. There would be no flying
and energy blasts were to be saved until the final match.
Kakkarrot
and Saida made themselves comfortable at the front of the rough semi-circle of
spectators, ready to cheer Radditsu on.
“Hatt’ni
a’ri
Radditsu!!” They both cheered, waving at him frantically.
Radditsu
glanced at his support group with a grin before replacing it quickly with a
scowl as he turned back to face his major competition.
“How
sweet, Radditsu. Your little cheering section.” Pakaru said sneeringly. “A pity
it will be short lived, for I fully intend to crush your hopes of ever becoming
an elite tonight.”
“Is
that right?” Radditsu asked, raising eyebrows in mock surprise.
“Ahi,
Radditsu. Surely you have noticed the glances I have received from his royal
highness all evening. He has barely been able to keep his eyes off me.”
“Hn.
To be honest, Pakaru, I think the only reason the prince was staring at you was
because of that ugly looking thing placed on your neck.”
“You
impudent l’arun. We will see who has the last laugh.” Pakaru said
curtly. “Let us dispose of the others and not waste any time. Got it?”
“Fine
by me.” Radditsu said, curling his lips into a cruel sneer.
The
drums throbbed at a rapid rate signaling the beginning of the battle royal. Finally
receiving the go ahead from the prince, the oldest Saiyan there announced
loudly,
“WA’ZUAI
B’AKAN RA’UN!!”
With
loud guttural cries, the fighters charged for unsuspecting opponents. Bodies
slick with pa’kun made wet, fleshy noises as fists connected with them.
Grunts, yells and howls filled the night air as each sought for a way to get
rid of the other as quickly as possible. Radditsu and Pakaru were making quick
work of the other fighters. Careful to avoid fighting the other, they clawed,
bit and pounded away at the weaker ones. The sharp smell of blood and sweat
filled sensitive nostrils and pearly canines were bared in the rush and delight
of battle.
-*-*-*-*-
Vegeta drank another bowl of the fine wine they had set out for him, feeling a slow buzz becoming to resonate in his brain. He was thoroughly enjoying this. This was so much better than the fights he had had to watch at the palace. Those always seemed forced and well constructed. But this… this was what it was all about. The two fighters, Radditsu and Pakaru seemed to be doing extremely well and taking a quick sly glance at his elite commander, Gradun, he saw that the whiny wa’zua was just as enthralled.
Smirking
lightly, Vegeta raised the drink to his lips again, allowing the full richness
of the red liquid to flow through his now relaxed body in a warm rush. Through
the rim of the bowl, his eyes fell again on the cheering Kakkarrot, who had
been extremely vocal from the beginning of the fight. ~ Ahi…a passionate
one. ~ He thought, a slow smile crossing his usually stern lips. ~ I will have
him. He looks young, but he will learn. ~ His mind, already racing towards the
after Ra’un activities.
Shifting
restlessly as he felt himself stiffen in growing anticipation, he forced
himself to focus on the match in front of him.
“More wine, my lord?” came the light voice, disturbing his thoughts.
Vegeta stared unseeingly at the female in front of him and licking his lips, he raised the bowl saying gruffly, “Ahi, w’aru.”
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Radditsu and Pakaru stared at each other, trying to hitch in precious air into tired lungs. They were bloodied and almost nude, as their fighting wear had literally been ripped away from them. Wiping a hand across his bleeding lips, Radditsu spat out and glared at Pakaru. It was just the two of them left and they had been going at it for over an hour. Getting rid of the others hadn’t been as easy as they had thought.
“Are you ready to lose now, Pakaru?” He asked in a deceptively calm voice.
“Are you ready to leave in shame, Radditsu? Just like your pa’un did in the rebellion?” Pakaru replied, grinning evilly as he watched his comment get his desired reaction.
“KA’TAI!” Radditsu yelled in anger. “You will not speak about my father in that way!!”
“L’aruni! You and your entire family! You are all a bunch of weaklings!!” Pakaru continued, clearly enjoying the enraged reaction from his opponent.
“My family is not made up of weaklings!!” Radditsu growled out, his fists now clenched in a death grip. He was getting really, really upset now and his energy level was beginning to spiral out of control.
“Ba’rana! Do not listen to him! He only does that to make you lose your concentration!!” Kakkarrot yelled out, trying to control his older brother’s rage.
Pakaru’s grin widened as he heard the words and leaning closer to Radditsu, he continued harshly. “Everyone knows that Radditsu. Why deny it? Your father left the rebellion because he was too weak. Your mother would never make a really good warrior and as for Kakkarrot, why he could be defeated by a s’au or even a weak w’aru…”
“H’ANAN!!” Radditsu suddenly yelled out, as a pale golden glow began to radiate around him. His tail was now puffed out in barely contained anger. Muscles seemed to increase and the ground began to tremble as chunks of solid rock and some plants began uprooting themselves out of the ground. Radditsu’s face was now a picture of intense anger and concentration and to the shock of everyone there, his hair seemed to change into gold, but just for a brief moment.
“Grr…I warned you to stop, didn’t I, Pakaru?” He muttered out harshly. “Nobody calls my family…weaklings!!! AIIIIIIHHHHAAAA!!!”
And forming the most blinding energy blast ever seen in his palm, he fired it towards the now stunned Pakaru, who barely had the time to shield himself. In the blink of an eye, the taunting Saiyan was sent flying out of the clearing and into the solid rock of one of the many mountains that graced the vicinity, causing a small avalanche of sand and debris to fall towards the now cowering spectators.
For the next several minutes, a stunned hush befell the crowd as everyone slowly got up and stared at the now heaving Radditsu. Vegeta had long forgotten his wine and was now openly gaping in shock. Had he really seen what he thought he had just seen? It had looked like Radditsu had nearly become a…a…Super Saiyan?!
~ Impossible! That stuff is of legends and only the royal blood line is supposed to achieve that…or isn’t it? ~
“My…my…lord?”
“Yes, Gradun…”
“I think we have just found ourselves a new elite wa’zua.”
“Ahi, Gradun. And a fine one he is…”
A sudden loud whoop was heard, jerking Vegeta out of his dazed stupor. Raising his head up, he noticed that Kakkarrot had now jumped up to his brother in a bear hug, followed quickly by Saida and the cheering crowd. Everyone laughed and congratulated the exhausted and shocked fighter as they led him over to the still dazed looking Vegeta.
“My lord! May I present to you Radditsu sa’un ni Bardock! The winner of tonight’s Ra’un!!”
Radditsu bowed before Vegeta, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He couldn’t believe it. He was going to become one of the elite fighters. His dream was finally coming true.
“Ahi, Radditsu. You have fought well.” Vegeta said calmly, a small smile gracing his face. “You will become a member of the elite wa’zuai….as soon as…” his delayed pause caused everyone to stare at him in puzzlement for a bit, before he spoke out loud again. “….as soon as the celebrations are over!!”
A tremendous cheer was raised as Vegeta announced the beginnings of the official celebrations. As if on cue, jugs and large containers of the finest wine were rolled out. Saiyans, both wa’zuai and ba’an clamored for the sweet liquid, each drinking to their fullest and allowing themselves to be overtaken by the intoxication that came with it.
The drums throbbed in a lustful rhythmic beat, causing many of them to get up and dance. Around the large bonfire, couples paired up and moved sinuously and sensually to the rapidly increasing tempo. The effects of the wine were now beginning to take place and soon bodies were sprawled on the floor, either passed out from over consumption or in the throes of lustful passion. Not caring whomever they ended up with, partners were sought for and the increasing smell of heightened passion and desire filled the air. Radditsu had quickly taken Saida away from the groping and highly aroused males and had led them both away to a conveniently hidden place where they couldn’t be disturbed.
-*-*-*-*-
Kakkarrot couldn’t quite make out who was fondling him; his mind was too fogged up to really focus on anything coherent right now. He guessed he must have drunk a lot of the cursed wine. He felt his clothes ripped out from him and he barely had the strength to refuse or complain. Moaning weakly, he allowed himself to be kissed by someone with very minor experience in the matter. It was sloppy and wet, but he could care less, for his now swollen penis was in the hands of someone else and it was doing wonders on his slowly deteriorating psyche. He felt his tail curl around another’s wrist or neck…he couldn’t be sure and he groaned as he felt the sensitive hairs stroked and teased. Tongues danced over his nipples and torso, licking away the sweat that had begun to gather on his heated skin. Canines scrapped against him and he cried out softly as he felt another warm suction on his rigid flesh.
~ Za’ani…what is happening to me? ~
-*-*-*-*-
Vegeta grinned wickedly as he watched the activities around him. This was turning out to be better than he expected. He glanced around and watched in amusement, as prim and proper Gradun lay passed out sloppily within the confines of two other ba’an’s, as naked as the day he was born. Some had even dared to approach him and Za’ani knows that he would have gone willingly, if only he didn’t have his eyes already set on a certain Saiyan. He licked his lips slowly, his tail swinging gently in growing anticipation, as he noticed the ministrations being performed on the now completely nude sa’an.
~ All right. I have seen enough. It is my turn. ~
Pushing himself off his position on the floor, he stalked towards the hardworking foursome, his eyes drinking in every inch of the body he was planning to possess. Reaching them, he stood quietly, waiting for them to realize his presence. He didn’t have long to wait long, for the four men on his prize withered under his penetrating glare and without being told to do so, they left silently.
Kakkarrot opened heavily lidded eyes, wondering dully why all the people taking care of him had suddenly dispersed.
“Kakkarrot.” Came a soft voice somewhere close to his ear. Shivering lightly at the smooth seductiveness of the sound of his name, he spun around slowly and stared into heated eyes that seemed to burn into his very soul.
“Ahi…” Kakkarrot said thickly, feeling the light brush of a tail caress and then wrap around his thigh.
“Hatt’ni nu ra’hi.” Vegeta whispered softly, as he began leading them away from the party.
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Translations:
Hatt’ni a’ri – Come on
B’akan – begin
W’aru – woman
L’aruni – fools
Nu ra’hi – my love