Pairings: Bardock/Turles/Kakkarrot/Vegeta….whoa!
Warnings: Incest…at least in the context of this story….and a rape-like scene (basically if you cannot handle such stuff…do not bother reading.)
Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue.
Dedication: To jj…who sooooo wanted to see this pairing…/snickers/

WINDS OF CHANGE:
CHATPER ONE:

The two shadows slinked along the city walls with footsteps so quiet that you would have considered them floating on air. Looking around them warily, they noticed that the streets were relatively silent, except for the few guards that were stationed around the vicinity.  Nodding at each other in unison, they raced back just as silently to their leaders.

“What is happening, Nakon?” The deep voice rumbled.

“There are about ten guards stationed around the main streets. We should be able to take them down easily, Master Bardock.” Nakon replied, taking off the mask from his face, as he stared at the glittering black eyes that seemed to twinkle brightly in the night shadows.

“That is good news. Go to the other side of the city and tell Azusa and the others. We begin attacking as soon as I give the signal.”

“Ahi , Master Bardock. I am on my way.” The wa’zua  said curtly, before taking off for the said location.

Bardock stared at the main city of the southern quadrant from his high vantage point on the slopey hills that surrounded it. In his company were about a hundred other warriors all ready to attack the sleeping city. This was their final destination before they made their move on the city of Vegeta. Only when the southern quadrant was in satisfactory chaos, could they make their way towards the blocked paths.

“Master Bardock…”

“Yes, Masawa?” Bardock asked staring at the panting warrior in front of him.

“Master Azusa has been briefed. He awaits your signal.”

Bardock nodded and raising his arm, he formed an energy beam so bright that it startled a few of the people that were still awake in the city. With a loud war cry, Bardock led his men towards the main entrance, as they began firing energy blasts towards the homes and its environs. On the opposite end of the city, Azusa and his own troops had also began their attacks, so by the time the city had found the time to rally its soldiers, the entire place was under rebellion attack.

Screams and wails broke out in the night sky as the renegades invaded the homes and killed the males that were found (kindly ignoring the females and the children). Homes that belonged to the King’s wa’zuai were quickly destroyed. Bardock led his men into the large palace-like home of the Southern Lord, making quick work of the guards that dared to stand in his way. Panting and gasping for air, he banged through doors and passageways, but the Saiyan he sought was nowhere to be found.

“WHERE IS THE KA’TAI ?!” He bellowed, snatching a whimpering wa’zua  by the scruff of his neck.

“I…I..I…don’t know…please…spare…my…life…”

“ARGGHHHH!!” Bardock snarled as he sliced his knife cleanly across the Saiyan’s throat. Dumping the body across the long hallway, he stormed into the next room. An office. Running through sheets of parchment and documents, he suddenly froze as his eyes fell on the document in front of him. Picking it up with shaking hands, his face contorted into an even angrier frown and hearing the sound in front of him, he jerked his head up, ready to fire an energy blast at whomever it was.

“Calm down, Bardock. It is only I.” Azusa said, looking just as bloody as his mate. “What is it you have found?” Noticing the paper that was held in a death grip in Bardock’s hands.

“Did you know about this?” Bardock asked coldly, his eyes glowing dangerously.

“Did I know what?” Azusa asked, his hands unconsciously tightening on his own knife. Bardock had that crazed look in his eye that he knew so well. Anyone who dared stand in his way now, was in danger of a very swift but painful death.

“Did you know that the King had died?!” Bardock yelled, flinging the paper towards Azusa’s face. “His son is in power now!!”

“So what?” Azusa asked, staring at the paper in his hands. “It makes no difference. They are still after our blood. See…” He continued, pointing at the date on the note. “It says that the King died just a few months before the raid on your son’s wedding night. Which clearly means that the attack was ordered by the new Ha’j .”

Bardock only stared blankly at his friend. His jaw working slowly.

“Don’t you see, Bardock?” Azusa said earnestly, staring into those black depths. “They are all the same blood sucking bastards. They killed our people. They are our enemy, and they all must pay.”

Bardock stared at the note, his mind working feverishly. He so wanted to believe that the new King was somehow behind this, but he couldn’t seem to get his mind to adjust to that. For one thing, he knew of the special relationship that he had sensed between Kakkarrot and the King and he had noticed that Vegeta had a heart far different from that of his father.

~ He would never want to hurt Kakkarrot…but then…~

“Bardock…”Azusa said softly, leaning into the stiff body of his mate as he kissed his bloody cheek. “I came to tell you that the roads to the city of Vegeta had been cleared. We are ready for the final attack. If my hunch is correct, I would bet that Lord Tahatt is hiding with his fellow Lords at the castle. Let us go, ra’hi .”

“No…”

Azusa froze in his motions and spun around to face the stoic face of Bardock.

“No? No?! What do you mean ‘NO’?!” He asked in astonishment.

“I say we wait.” Bardock said firmly, as he began striding out of the room, leaving a stunned looking Azusa behind him. “We will go back to the mountains and wait a while.”

“Wait for what?!”

“For the right time!” Bardock snapped.

“Are you crazy? We had this thing planned for weeks…years!! And now all you have to say is…wait?!”
Azusa was about to tear his hair out.

“I know it sounds outrageous, nu ra’hi .” Bardock said softly, leaning forward to capture the surprised parted lips in a brief kiss. “But trust me on this one. Our time will come and victory will be ours. Come let us go rally the troops.”

Azusa could only gape after his mate with his mouth still wide open. Just when he thought he had finally figured out the enigmatic nature of the other man, he kept receiving more surprises everyday.

-*-*-*-*-*-

Vegeta moaned softly into his pillows, as he stirred restlessly on the large bed. Burying his face into the silk pillowcases, he groaned as his dreams became filled with the very images he had been trying so hard to get rid of.

He was back at the site again. The hiras were still standing. The fire in the middle of the clearing still burning brightly…but where was everyone else? Frowning in bemusement, he began to walk towards the caves.

“Kakkarrot?” He called out, his voice sounding curiously like an echo. “Kakkarrot? Where are you?”

“Right behind you, nu ha’ji.” Came the deep voice.

Vegeta spun around sharply and gasped at the breathtaking sight in front of him. Kakkarrot was in the cave after all and he was dressed in the most sparkling crystal black robe he had ever seen. On his head was a sparkled headband that shone brightly in the relatively dark cave. There was something else that was a bit different about him…

“Kakkarrot?” Vegeta asked softly, walking up to the Saiyan he knew, but yet did not know. “There is something different…”

“Ahi, nu ha’ji.” Kakkarrot replied, a small smile gracing the handsome visage. “Does my prince approve?”

“Why…how…you are a Super Saiyan!” Vegeta gasped out, a mixture of disbelief, jealously and growing anger beginning to emerge in his voice.

“Ahi, nu ha’ji. I am.” Kakkarrot said, his smile broadening as he began to approach the now trembling King.

“I am…am…a…King…” Vegeta tried to say, as the intoxicating scent of his ra’hin assailed his senses again, causing him to lose any sort of coherent thought.

Kakkarrot placed a hand on the thin sash that was around his waist and with a swift movement, he removed it, allowing the robe to fall open and his well sculptured body to be revealed to the now open-mouthed Saiyan.

“Does my King approve?” Kakkarrot asked again, his voice now nothing but a husky rumble.

“A…A…Ahi…” Vegeta mumbled out, his hands already reaching out to caress the silky skin before him.

~ I should be upset! How can he be a Super Saiyan?! I am the only one allowed to become the legend, not him!! ~

“No…” He said softly, as he tried to push away from the taller Saiyan. But his plea was stopped as those wonderful full lips covered his, making him groan and collapse limply against the solid heat in front of him. Strong arms encircled his waist and pulled his somehow now naked body to rub in slow erotic motions against the other. Running his hands into the golden hair above him, he increased the pressure of the kiss, sliding his tongue into a wild dance with Kakkarrot’s.

He threw his head back as Kakkarrot tore his lips away from his, trailing the moist warmth down his jaw and neck and suckling lightly on his collarbone and shoulders, causing Vegeta to writhe in growing delight against him.

“Does this please my King?” Kakkarrot asked thickly, his teeth grazing lightly against a tightened nipple.

“Ahi…” Vegeta gasped out, not really trusting his mind to form any logical sentence.

Kakkarrot chuckled lightly and took the tiny nub within his mouth, sucking with intensity as the King purred loudly in appreciation, his tail twirling around to capture a strong thigh. Releasing him gently, he blew lightly on the wet flesh, causing Vegeta to shiver and whimper as he pulled the smaller man against his body again, their arousals throbbing painful against each other’s stomach.

“Kakkarrot…” Vegeta groaned, wanting to feel more of his lover. Running his hands down the muscled back, he dug his fingers into the silky skin as he felt Kakkarrot’s lips trail kisses down his torso and towards his swollen arousal.

“Does my King wish for me to please him?” Kakkarrot asked, his mouth hovering inches away from an obviously waiting member.

Vegeta could only nod as his mental psyche slowly deteriorated into meaningless mush. He was going to cum into Kakkarrot’s mouth very soon if something wasn’t done.

~ Yes…Kakkarrot…take me….WHAT?! ~

He opened up his hooded eyes as he noticed the face in front of him.

“Kakkarrot?” He asked blankly. No…this was someone else…it looked like Kakkarrot…except for the scar and the red headband that graced the same handsome face.

“N’ehi, nu Ha’j.” Bardock said lightly, a smirk lighting up his face. “Unfortunately my son had to leave for a while.” And without any warning, he thrust himself into the startled King, shutting his eyes as he ignored the scream of anger and humiliation from the thrashing man.

Vegeta tried to punch his way out of the death grip, but Bardock would have none of that. He felt the older man swell within him and the final explosion of his essence as he was roughly used. Collapsing to the floor, both Saiyans tried to gather precious air back.

“GET OFF ME, BARDOCK!!” Vegeta screamed, only to freeze in shock at the face that was now looking at him in a mixture of amusement and wicked delight.

“No…no…please…” Vegeta pleaded helplessly.

“Why…don’t I get a turn, my Liege?” Turles snarled, his teeth baring in lust. “You gave my brother and nephew a chance, why not me?”

And not waiting for Vegeta to get a word out, he thrust himself into the thrashing body beneath him, shutting his eyes tightly as he got his fill of the passionate Saiyan royal. Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He could not allow this to happen! He was the King of the Saiyan race! He could not allow these third-class Ba’an to use him like this! He was not going to be a cheap thrill!

“NOOOOOOOO!!!! I REFUSE!!” He bellowed, opening up his eyes to dart them feverishly around the darkened bedroom. His hands were clenched tightly in his bed sheets and his body was trembling violently. Realizing that it was all just a dream, he fell back limply against the sheets and not trusting himself to go back to sleep that easily, he allowed his tortured thoughts to roam.

What could the dream mean? Why would Kakkarrot, Bardock and Turles all use him in such a manner? And had he actually heard Turles claim Bardock as his brother? Odd. Although the resemblance was uncanny, Vegeta had always had the impression that Turles had somehow appeared from nowhere during his father’s reign, had slowly worked his way up from being a wa’zua  in the lower ranks, to becoming the second in command to Nappa. That was of course before he became too self-centered and greedy with his power. His attempts to overtake Nappa as General in a coup d’etat had been discovered and the King had ordered for his exile to the Blasted Lands to die. That was the last they had heard from the rebel soldier…and that had been over twenty years ago.

~ So why would I see him in my dream? Could he still be alive? But how is that possible? No one has ever survived the Blasted Lands. Za’ani ….things are beginning to get out of control…I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I have to find a way to end this before we are all destroyed. ~

But somewhere at the back of the troubled Ha’j’s  mind, he knew that, somehow, the key to ending this whole mess seemed to all lead up to the Saiyan that he couldn’t seem to get out of his mind. Kakkarrot.

-*-*-*-*-*-
 

The longhaired Saiyan covered his head with the hood of his cloak and stared at his companion in mute anticipation.

“You know what to do, don’t you, Radditsu?”

“Ahi .” Came the quiet reply.

“I will be waiting here for your return.”

A lean hand reached to caress the younger man’s face. “I hope you will not fail me, Radditsu. I would hate to have to kill my own nephew.”

Radditsu could only nod as his uncle leaned closer to place a warm but brief kiss on his lips. Releasing him and giving him a flash of a grin, Turles continued.

“Go well Radditsu and bring me good news.”

Radditsu nodded again and with a quick burst of energy, he flew off into the night sky for his home city of Tarun.

~ Ahi , brother Bardock. ~ Turles snarled, his canines flashing in the dark. ~ It has been a while. Soon we shall finish what we have begun. ~