Inali

Chapter 7

Vegeta had witnessed the pitiful reception of the Dragon soldiers for their Captain. Some of the soldiers gave friendly pats on the back and shoulders. Goku was smiling as bright as ever. Only Vegeta felt a blind fury at the sight of those dirty hands and those anonymous faces unworthy of the presence of a sun like the Saiyan warrior.

They were just temporarily alive. Vegeta had slowed down with the murders, only for Goku- his Kakarot was sweet and kind. Someday he might find that some of the missing soldiers weren't dead at the hands of the ice men, but he didn't care. By then Kakarot would be completely of him.

Vegeta was examining the files but secretly reveled in the image that was forming in his mind: Kakarot at his side, dressed in fine clothing and jewels suited to the creature he was, as he watched his Prince peel every limb and muscle from those worms. who had taken advantage of him.

The thought of showing those corpses to the younger Saiyan, knowing that he had done it to pay the debt to the ancient gods for their sins, for daring to touch a rare flower, was enough to make him purr and grow an erection.

Unfortunately his Kakarot was sweet and pure, he would not have enjoyed such a celebration.

Oh well, what Kakarot doesn't know can't hurt him.

But it was also true that he had to deal with King Vegeta, the Ox Kingdom, the Empire of Ice and with Goku... maybe too much at stake? Oh, Vegeta liked to take everything he set eyes on. He had already assumed that at least one thing would explode... he hoped it was the King and that he would take the ice lizards with him.

His tent was almost empty, without the youngest Saiyan. The furs still had that sweet smell and in Vegeta's mind the image of Goku trying to thank him with sex was still vivid... and Vegeta had refused... maybe Nappa was right that some deity existed! Otherwise the Prince couldn't explain how it was possible that he had had that control.

The big bald man entered just then, clapping his hands on his chest and taking a deep breath. "Ahhh, your things smell different, don't they, Vegeta?"

Vegeta concentrated on the paperwork trying to avoid his mentor. If Nappa understood that he was bothering him he would continue until the dawn of time.

"It still amazes me that you managed to survive the last attack." Vegeta teased him, changing the subject.

"Eheh, my skin is hard, unlike Raditz." gloated the General. "And another message came from the King. He's not happy."

"But don't tell me..." Vegeta sighed nonchalantly. "When things don't go as he says he puts on useless drama."

"Uhm."

Nappa snorted crossing his arms and Vegeta finally looked at him. "What?" he growled.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Oh, you said it all, Nappa!" he tore up some files and threw the rest on the floor turning to the mentor and noticing only then that he had something in his hand: "What are you doing with that old medical thing in your hand?"

"Uh? Oh. Raditz says he hurt his hand and he doesn't want my assistance. Such a kid."

The long-haired Saiyan entered at that moment, the appearance of a person who had fallen on bottom of a spaceship and a partially healed wound in his right arm.

"If you're done with whatever you are doing, the soldiers are getting restless and I don't want to deal with those people like that!" he complained, staying at a safe distance from Nappa.

"Your hand still hurts, kid?" the big man asked, twirling the medical device with a finger from the strap.

"No, I'm fine, thanks!" croaked Raditz. "I can move it very well and without your help!" the tail wrapped around the waist just swelled.