King Vegeta was a busy man. Running an entire planet was no easy task, even if he wasn't sure how much it was 'his' planet anymore. Frieza's army had certainly granted them a boon by giving them access to interstellar travel, but he couldn't help but resent the toady, little worm regardless. They were his attack dogs now; beasts on a leash meant to mindlessly attack whatever he pointed them at. They did his bidding and were powerless to stop him, which meant they were only going to live for as long as they remained useful to him.
King Vegeta tightened his fist as he made his way down one of the many ornate corridors of his palace, heading back towards the throne room.
The position Frieza so ruthlessly held was the one he envisioned for his people. He wanted Saiyans to be feared, intergalactic conquerors, not that blasted half-pint tyrant! Being forced to bend the knee to that squeaky-voiced parasite was humiliating; an indignity that he could hardly stomach.
The king entered into his throne room, the doors bursting open with a single flick of his wrist. His eyes immediately met those of the scientist who had asked to meet with him; a Dr. Rootle. He was a low-class Saiyan and it showed. Lacking in muscle, with a bony build, and bad posture. His dark hair was rather unkempt and undignified, his eyes baggy and beady. The king didn't particularly enjoy having such a grubby-looking coward in his throne room, but he preferred it to the increasing number of offworlder scum that seemed to infest his cities.
King Vegeta ascended to his throne, eyes flicking between the scientist and the incubation machine next to him. He could tell what it was by the shape, even if it was covered with a cloth. It was the same device that certain Saiyan children were held within, in place of receiving nutrients from their real mothers. It was sort of like an artificial womb, in many ways.
The king, himself, had been held in one back when he was a baby, though that felt like so long ago it may as well have been a dream.
"Your Highness," the doctor prostrated himself before the king, Vegeta's expression unchanging, "you have my deepest thanks for agreeing to-"
"Get to the point." Vegeta snapped, "I am a busy man, doctor."
"Of course, your Highness, of course!" the doctor quickly scrambled to his feet, before grabbing the cloth, "I will not waste any more of your time! I have recently made a massive discovery in the field of Saibaman cultivation! Something that could shake the pillars of-"
"Saibamen?" Vegeta cocked his head to the side, "You sniveling worm. You truly wish to waste my time with discussion of Saibamen?"
He could see fear flash in the doctor's eyes.
"Y-your Highness!" the fellow - Rootle - stammered, "The results speak for themselves! Please allow me to-!"
"You have five seconds before I reduce you to ashes." the King's eyes narrowed.
Without saying anything, Rootle tapped a button on the device's console, causing a digital readout to pop up displaying the Power Level of the thing within the tank.
The King's eyes widened.
"Your Highness, this is but a seed! Its Power Level already exceeds that of 90% of low-class warriors and it has yet to even reach childhood!" Rootle chattered excitedly, "Just think how powerful this could be as a soldier if it-"
King Vegeta rose to his feet and made his way to the machine, his mere approach causing the scientist to fall silent. He placed a hand on the cold glass of the tank, studying the seed more closely. Now he could see it; the lines and indentations that ran across it weren't just random. He could see the shape - the outline - of a Saibaman starting to form on the sphere. He could see it dividing into a tucked head, a curled body, withdrawn arms and legs. It was like watching a fetus develop. It wasn't how Saibamen were supposed to mature, and yet he couldn't argue with his own eyes.
"What is the cause of this?" he turned to Rootle, curiosity and intrigue overriding disgust.
"It would seem that Saibamen - under the right circumstances - can produce a 'super seed' that is many, many, many times more powerful than a normal Saibaman seed!" the doctor explained excitedly, "It-!"
"And what are these 'circumstances'?" the king turned to him, glowering down at the hunched man with eyes sharpened by a lifetime of war and strife. Instantly, Rootle wilted.
"I-! I am not-!" his stammering lie was interrupted as King Vegeta held up a hand to his face, causing the doctor to nearly scream.
"Do not lie to your king, worm." King Vegeta dictated coldly, "Tell me where it came from or I'll turn your head into a smoking stump."
Fear gripped Rootle hard, shattering his resolve.
As well as any ability to lie.
"It-!" he took a half-step back, then wilted, "It seems to be driven by some desire to… m…" he folded, "Mate."
The king's eyes narrowed once more.
"Mate?"
"Indeed. This particular seed was extracted from the womb of a…" Rootle swallowed, "Saiyan… woman. During the process of removal, I checked her for signs of sexual activity. I can only assume that the Saibaman was trying to… impregnate her. It-"
King Vegeta grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, lifting him off the ground as easily as breathing.
"You blithering fool!" he snarled, "Do you expect me to believe such fowl tripe?! A Saibaman? Trying to mate with a Saiyan?! What kind of sick joke is-?!"
"I have the medical records! X-rays! Scans! You can check them all!" Rootle stammered desperately, "Please, your Highness, I'm telling the truth! This seed was-!"
The king dropped him back down to the ground.
"We have entire research divisions dedicated to the study of Saibamen. Are you telling me that our top Saibologists never observed this behavior?" King Vegeta asked stonily.
"Perhaps it is just that exceptionally rare!" Rootle stayed on the ground where he belonged, his eyes wide as he tried to sell his case to the king, "Some long dormant instinct that most Saibamen - say 99% - never even feel! Or perhaps-!" he scrambled back a bit, "-perhaps this is some kind of mutation! A spontaneously developed ability that none before have had! But we could use it to-!"
"You're saying we should allow Saibamen to defile our women?" Vegeta's glare was beyond deadly as he gazed down upon the scientist, "The Saiyans have enough pride to-"
"To bow to the will of Frieza and his jackbooted thugs?!" the doctor suddenly found a spine, "His forces run roughshod over us and expect us to kneel! How much greater of an indignity would this be if-?!"
Vegeta held up his hand again, promising death. Instantly, Rootle went mute.
"Raise your voice to me again, insect, and by tomorrow nobody will remember you." the king warned, "Saibamen are filth. Their only use to us is as disposable training fodder. We need them only to make our warriors stronger, not to replace our warriors. If we are to defeat Frieza, it will be by our own power."
Rootle's eyes widened as he obviously realized his point was being lost, "B-but, your Highness-!"
"Get out of my sight."
King Vegeta hated it.
Damnable wretch! he growled as his thrusting became more manic, Pitiful, verminous, arrogant insect!
He hated how powerless he was.
Hala let out a moan beneath him as he pressed her into the bed, taking out his aggression on her naked form. With one hand he shoved down on her muscled back, pushing her further into the sheets, while with the other he held her powerful hips. He grit his teeth, anger and arousal swirling together in his mind in a hot, lathering pool.
He hated Frieza. Hated him!
He hated him possibly more than any Saiyan had hated another person. The tyrant had given them space travel - turned them into interstellar conquerors - but he knew better than to think they were allies. They weren't even the little dictator's pets; they were his slaves. They were attack dogs that he let loose on whoever he pleased.
Vegeta growled as his thrusting became more and more unhinged and violent, his queen barely making a noise beneath him. He couldn't be bothered to care if it was pleasurable for her, because in that moment all he cared about was venting the aggression he felt. That worm Rootle had dared to talk back to him! He had dared to chastise him about Frieza as if Vegeta wasn't all-too-aware of the wretched situation they were wallowing in!
His hips clapped against Hala's perfect ass, sending ripples through it, but earning almost no proper reaction. She probably knew she was just a tool and didn't care to indulge him. Moaning and putting on a show would only come across as pity and she was smart enough to know that.
Spit popped from between Vegeta's clenched teeth like sparks as his mind roiled in anger.
He wanted to kill Frieza! He wanted to crush his head under his foot, but he was just too damn weak! Frieza was on a whole other level from him! Frieza was like a…
Vegeta felt himself seize up as pleasure took hold.
Weakness.
He was ending early.
He was weak!
He buried himself inside Hala's warmth and emptied his balls, sighing in exasperation and frustration as he finished. His queen dutifully took his essence inside of her as she had done so many times before. Hopefully this one would lead to a strong enough child to be worthy of the name 'Vegeta'. He needed an heir. Someone powerful beyond measure.
For a moment, the King's mind flicked back to the seed floating in the tank.
None of his ill-fated prior children had had a Power Level anywhere near its. Especially not so early. His previous would-be heirs were… pitiful by comparison.
He didn't blame it on Hala, though. She was a powerful Saiyan warrior; high-born and well-bred with a battle record the likes of which very few her age ever accrued. Hell, very few Saiyans twice her age saw such glory. She was the one and only person Vegeta could see having a child with. At least, the one and only living person. The girl he'd had his eye on previously was... gone, not that it saddened him. Part of him just wondered what could have been if he'd been able to tap into her true potential, instead of Hala's. Though Hala was a fine second option. What he felt for her was not affection, though, it was merely possession. She was a prize to him; something he refused to share with others. Something he took pride in. She would eventually give him a child strong enough to lead the Saiyans to further glory, it just hadn't happened yet.
But it wasn't her fault, just as it wasn't his fault.
It was the child's fault. The would-be child.
Vegeta growled as he climbed off his Queen, naked and sweaty, with pearls of his own cum running down his thighs. He wiped himself off with a nearby silken towel as Hala pulled herself off the mattress. Her muscles were - perhaps - slightly less defined than his, giving her a suitably feminine quality, but she was taller than him by several inches.
Though nobody was stupid enough to point it out, King Vegeta was slightly shorter than the average Saiyan. This - mixed with the fact Queen Hala was taller than average - made for a height difference that nobody who wanted to live would comment on.
Thorny hair sprang from her head in spiky jets, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back, with a few plumes acting as swept bangs. Her features were fierce as a beast's, but ruggedly beautiful if one could dare to meet her eyes for long enough. King Vegeta found his eyes lingering on her visage every so often, mostly to contemplate about what kind of child they would one day have together.
Queen Hala flicked at some of the cum oozing from her depths, studying it as it glistened on her fingertip.
"You were angry." she mused, testing its viscosity by pinching the liquid between thumb and ring finger.
"What of it?" Vegeta asked defensively.
"It's good." Hala smirked, "I'm sure this one'll be stronger."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
Normally, a Queen was only useful so long as she could produce strong heirs. Most other kings - Vegeta's own father, for example - would probably consider Hala a failure. Obviously, the King was not a merciful man, but he refused to give his wife this title.
Still, he didn't want her to get complacent.
"It had better be." Vegeta warned, "I should already have an heir by now. I should be training him to take my place. Instead, we have done nothing but waste time!"
Hala gave him a side-eye.
"Calm down." she countered, "Panicking isn't very 'kingly'. Besides, there's more to a warrior than whatever their Power Level is before they're even born. The last one we tried could have grown into the strongest Saiyan to ever live."
"I do not have time to waste on 'could have's!" Vegeta growled, "My own children should be the strongest on the entire planet! They should not be weaker than I was at that age!" he felt anger claw at him again, "If you-!" he cut himself off, changing course, "How is your training going? Have you gotten stronger?"
"What?" Hala smirked, flicking her tail, "Is that a challenge?"
Vegeta felt his heart thump.
Hala had an effect on him that he'd never experienced before; she could excite him. Not enough to make him lose his composure, but enough to make him remember exactly why he'd decided she was worthy of him. As she sat there on the bed, exuding power, ferocity, and pure hunger, he couldn't help but feel something stir inside himself.
Then he set his jaw and hardened his resolve.
"Answer me." he dictated.
Hala clenched her fist so hard he could hear it. Strength poured off her body like a mist, so tangible he could almost see it and feel it. It was an intoxicating thing that Vegeta had never experienced with another Saiyan woman.
"I haven't missed a day since our wedding." she said, her voice dropping to a sultry depth, "My last reading…" Vegeta tensed a bit as she lifted her chin, awaiting the number, "can you guess?"
Vegeta swallowed, suddenly aware of the intricately carved musculature of the woman's body. Her posture made her look like a marble statue, though the soft warmth of her skin made him want to push her down again. She was intoxicating in a way he wasn't even entirely sure he liked.
"11,000?" he tried, feeling warmth and excitement flow through his body. He remembered exactly why he'd gone to Hala so much; she was too enticing to ignore. Her strength alone made him want her more than looks ever could.
Hala scoffed, then let her smirk drop away to replace it with a breathy seriousness, "Higher."
"11,200." Vegeta tried, his own voice dropping a bit. He watched as Hala held him in suspense for a moment.
"Higher."
Vegeta swallowed.
Despite himself, he was falling under her charm.
"11,500."
Hala smiled, telling him that he was right.
Vegeta clenched his fists. It was still nowhere near his, but it was far higher than almost any other Saiyan. Some warriors could train their entire lives and never reach five digits, while Hala had in barely thirty years. Vegeta felt his mouth water slightly, wondering if he truly had acquired the single strongest queen the Saiyan race had ever known. It was glorious to be sure; a bountiful harvest that he just had to indul-
Just as he was about to climb onto the bed again, there was a knock at the door.
Vegeta felt anger boil up in his stomach as he turned to the massive set of double doors, teeth gritting.
"State your business!"
"Oh dear!" Vegeta's blood ran cold, "Now that's no way to address a superior officer, is it?"
Before Vegeta could react, the door was forced open, revealing a familiar Frieza lackey. The blue-skinned alien stepped forward uninvited, his green braid slung over his shoulder as he entered the room.
"Zarbon…" Vegeta growled.
"Indeed, and-" the offworlder smirked at the naked Saiyans, "Oh dear. As if I ever wanted to catch two monkeys in the throes of passion." he made a show of averting his eyes, "Do cover up, would you? I prefer not to look at such ugly things."
"'Ugly'?!" Hala snarled, "If you want, I can make sure things get real ugly, you-!"
Vegeta shot his hand out, warning her to stop.
"What do you want, Zarbon?" he snarled.
"Lord Frieza has requested an audience with you," Zarbon smiled, the words sending a chill up Vegeta's back, "so I would make haste. Best not to keep him waiting, you know?"
"So, what? Playing messenger boy today?" Hala prodded, her black brows furrowing.
"Tell me," Zarbon turned back to Vegeta, "is this truly your Queen? Could you not find any more well-behaved zoo animals?"
"You-!"
"Enough! Both of you!" Vegeta shouted, "I'll see to Frieza shortly. Leave us now, Zarbon."
"I don't take orders from you." the offworlder pointed out, smugly.
"Then by all means: stay." the King offered with a rare bit of sarcasm.
The alien smirked, though whether it was from Vegeta's words or his own sense of self-satisfaction wasn't clear. Either way, he gave a slight bow, then a wave.
"Tata." with that, he turned and left.
"Bastard…" Hala growled.
Vegeta breathed a sigh.
Frieza wanted to see him, eh? Damnable runt! Every meeting with him was just a lesson in anxiety and humiliation. Every time, Vegeta had to wonder if it would be his last meeting. He was constantly prepared for the evil whelpling to determine that he wasn't necessary anymore and wipe him out, though being prepared did nothing for the… the fear.
King Vegeta was afraid of him…
He swallowed and turned his attention to the ceiling above. Somewhere beyond, Frieza's flagship-palace floated, hanging over his planet like a guillotine.
And once again, he had to place his head under the blade and hope for the best.
Notes:King Vegeta has arrived, bb x) Idk why but I honestly really like King V. I played him a lot in Budokai, I think it must just have to do with the personality he exudes through his moves. In the words of Marge Simpson: "I just think he's neat". Anyway, he's gonna have a rough time of it in this story, because... I mean, yeah.
Queen Hala is based on this art of a 'Vegeta's Mom' OC. Same name and everything, I just changed it from Jala to Hala for ease of pronunciation. I really love the artist's design, 10/10, perfect, beautiful, incredible, and I'm VERY sorry for what's going to happen to her down the road x)
I've considered commissioning art of different Saibamen and the different forms that will appear throughout the story, or just art of some of the OC characters. Buuuut also I feel like I have a bad habit of losing interest in a project after investing money into it, so idk.
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Power Levels:
King Vegeta: 18,000
Queen Hala: 11,500
Zarbon: 21,000