Devour Me

By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach

Authors Notes: Well, here we go again… Another Goku & Vejita yaoi! Woo hoo! ^_^ In this one, Goku, or should I say Kakarotto, is definitely OOC, but it’s all good. You’ll see. ^_~ I actually have this entire fic finished. Complete! I’ll be adding chapters weekly, but I may update faster, depending on reviews that is. Hint. Hint. ^_^ Oh, and I welcome any and all reviews. Be it from just a fan or a flamer! It’s all good here!

Warnings: If you don’t already know, this is a yaoi fic, which means male/male intimacy. If you are uncomfortable with this, or if you’re just narrow-minded, I suggest you go elsewhere.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own DragonBall Z or it’s characters, and, again, unfortunately, I’m not making any money off of this.

Apology: I'm SO sorry you guys! I know I promised to do this weekly at least, but it seems I'm late! Just to make up for it… I'm posting TWO new chapters!!!! Aren't I sweet? ^_^

Okay, if there’s anyone left… On with the fic…

Chapter Three

Nappa awoke to the repetitive sound of the intercom in the common room. Slowly sitting up and wiping his eyes, the large warrior stumbled out of his private room and pressed a button on the small device that sat on a low table before the couch.

"Nappa, Saiyajin Elite." He said groggily.

"Prince Vejita is to report to the throne room immediately." Came the voice of a young woman before cutting off the communication link.

Nappa lifted his scouter from the table and placed onto his right ear. After turning it on, the time blinked in the upper right hand corner of the green-tinted glass that covered just one of the bulky bodyguard’s eyes. Nappa was surprised to see that it was nearly noon. Why hadn’t the prince reported to the throne room yet? The king had made it law that the prince show up in the elaborate hall every morning when the suns rose.

Walking briskly across the room, Nappa entered the prince’s private room, which he soon discovered was empty. However, he did notice that there was pallet made on the floor beside the prince’s bed. He wondered if the boy had been the first person other than Vejita to spend an entire night in the prince’s private room.

Forgetting the matter, figuring it must have been one of the new slave women, Nappa tromped out of the room; he had to find Prince Vejita as soon as possible.

Kakarotto flipped and ricocheted across the width of the small, dull training hall, flying towards his master. He didn’t dare put all his strength into the kick. He knew better than that, and even during these sparring matches his master insisted he participate in, he kept quiet and avoided eye contact.

Vejita had awoke to the sound of light snoring, smirking as he looked down at the boy that slept beside his bed. They’d begun sparring before the suns had risen and yet, the boy was still going at it. It was much more than surprising.

The prince pushed his curiosity of the boy’s powers out of his mind as he dodged the kick, punching the boy in the gut, causing him to double over.

"Sire, I’m glad I found you so soon." Nappa said, stepping into the prince’s training hall, interrupting the training match.

"Hn. And why is that, Nappa?" Vejita scoffed, turning his back on the boy who’d fallen to his knees.

"You’re to report to the throne room immediately."

Vejita’s eyebrows rose for a fraction of a second, had he forgotten? Pressing a button, the prince checked the time in the red-tinted glass eyepiece of his scouter.

"Shit," he mumbled, baring his teeth, "Stay here with the boy. I’ll be right back."

Nappa stared as the prince stormed out of the room. Then, he turned his gaze to the boy, who was kneeling on the floor, breathing heavily with a trickle of blood running down his chin. Nappa had seen the boy take the fierce hit and was surprised when he slowly rose from the ground, standing unsteadily but still, he was standing.

"Were you the one that slept in Prince Vejita’s room last night?" he questioned, knowing he’d be in big trouble if the prince ever found out.

Kakarotto nodded. He knew he shouldn’t answer personal questions about his master, but his master hadn’t exactly given him rules and regulations yet. Besides, he didn’t know this man and feared his possible wrath.

"Tell me what happened after I left."

"We sparred, I lost, and he let me sleep on tha floor." Kakarotto explained honestly.

Vejita stepped into the well-lit room, sitting gracefully in his throne beside his father, "Sorry, I lost track of time."

The king smirked, "And what were you doing that was so interesting that you forgot, for the first time I might add, to report here?"


The king’s smirk instantly disappeared after hearing his son’s flat answer. He’d been so sure that the prince had slept in with his new slave.

"How do you like the slaves?"

Vejita growled quietly, knowing what his father was getting at; he decided to displease the presumptuous king, "To be honest, the women reminded me too much of whores."

The king’s smirk returned as he signed an order to have an alien terrorist executed, "I see, and the boy?"

"I must thank you, father. He’s quite exceptional."

Mentally patting himself on the back, the king pressed on, "Exceptional, eh?"

"Yes. He’s an excellent sparring partner. I’d have to say he’s even better than Nappa." Vejita said, fighting the urge to laugh as his father’s expression changed to that of surprise and then anger, "In fact, he’s surely the best sparring partner I’ve ever come across. I’m considering having an additional room built into my quarters."

"Vejita! That’s enough!" the king snapped, "How ridiculous… He’s a third class Saiyajin! How ‘excellent’ can he be?"

The prince’s eyes narrowed, "Nonsense. I fought with little more than half of my strength… I practically went all out and killed him." He said, thinking allowed.

"Hmph. I’m hoping you won." The king mumbled, ordering a guard to show in the ambassador of a nearby planet.

Vejita snarled, "Of course I won. He just has incredible endurance. A normal third class would have been killed."

"You won, but he survived? That’s not saying much, Vejita. He’s a third class."

The prince growled louder this time, rising from his thrown and marching out of the room, not so accidentally knocking an large amount of documents from several of the palace’s representatives’ arms.

Nappa watched, impressed as the boy stood in that exact spot, in that exact position, never once looking up or repositioning his limbs. He’d never seen such a well-trained slave, especially one so young.

"Sire." Nappa said, bowing slightly as his prince returned.

"Nappa, report to one of the engineers… I want another room built into our quarters. It doesn’t need to be very big. Just enough room for a bed and a closet."

"Yes, Sire."

Vejita waited until his bodyguard had left before continuing his training with the boy.

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