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…
Several months passed and the prince was surprised that Kakarotto remained the perfect slave. The boy never spoke unless spoken to, never made eye contact, and did as he was told. Time usually changed slaves but not this one.
A room had been added just as he’d ordered, and the boy lived with them. He never left his room unless told to. Vejita had learned that the hard way. He’d forgotten about the boy for nearly two days, but was reminded of his presence when he’d heard a loud rumbling. Turned out the boy had quite the appetite. That seemed to be the only thing the boy hadn’t been trained to do, to eat properly. He never asked for food and when given it, he never complained or asked for more; however, there was never a need to worry about him not cleaning his plate. The boy ate everything placed before him at record speed.
Vejita couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought as he lie there in bed. His father and the royals were still bugging him about choosing a mate, but he was no where near as stressed about it as he’d been before.
"Sire, I’ve been ordered to help out with the purging of the planet Dreek. I’ll be back in a week." Nappa said, interrupting one of the many sparring matches of his prince and the boy.
Vejita nodded, "Very well."
With that, the bulky bodyguard tromped off, leaving the prince and Kakarotto alone in the small training hall. Vejita leaned against one of the dull gray walls, sliding down until he was sitting cross-legged on the cool floor.
"Come over here and sit."
Kakarotto quickly obeyed his prince’s order, taking a seat beside his master.
"Why are you such a good slave?" the prince asked, more to himself than to the boy.
"I, uh… I dunno." Kakarotto stuttered. What was his master getting at? He’d been trying his best under the circumstances.
"Tell me how you came to be a slave."
Kakarotto swallowed nervously, "My mom died when I was a baby. My dad left me with a few of his slaves… I was four when they told me he died purgin’ a planet for tha king. The slaves were givin’ freedom, but they didn’t have any money. So, they sold me into slavery."
"Hn. I see," Vejita said, considering every detail of the boy’s story, "And you were born a third class soldier?"
"Then, why are you so much stronger? I’d say you’re practically an elite."
"Well… I was told that I only recently was allowed to train…"
"But?" Vejita said, urging the boy to go on.
"But I’ve been trainin’ ever since I can remember, and after my father’s death, I trained even harder." Kakarotto explained.
"I see. One things bothers me… Why don’t you address me as master or sire like all the other slaves?" Vejita questioned, growing fond of the boy’s presence.
"I don’t wanna displease you," Kakarotto said, blushing before he continued, "I’ve been waiting for you to give me all tha rules ta bein’ your slave."
"Hn. Well, I think it’s pointless for you to even call yourself a slave. I should make it official… You’re a soldier." The prince said, staring at the opposite wall of the empty hall.
"Please, I’d rather be your slave."
Vejita looked back to the boy, surprised, "You want to be my slave?"
"If that’s okay…"
"I have a better idea," Vejita said, unsure of what he was about to do, "I enjoy your company, but I dislike slaves. I don’t want you a soldier either though. You’d be sent on mission after mission and I’d never see you. How about you being my… Friend?" The prince saw his answer when the boy began blushing and smiling like an idiot, "However, to everyone else, you’re my slave. Got it?"
"Hai." Kakarotto answered, grinning uncontrollably.
"That means you can look me in the eye." Vejita said, taking the boy’s chin in a hand and lifting his gaze until their eyes met for the first time ever.
Kakarotto gasped. It was nothing like he’d expected. His master’s eyes were as deep and black as his own, but the prince’s held more pride and arrogance.
Vejita was surprised to find the boy’s eyes so similar to his own. There was much more pain and strength there, however, and he didn’t miss the fact the Kakarotto’s cheeks were glowing with a radiant blush.
"And when we’re not in the presence of royals, you may do as you like. Call me what you like, look where you like… It makes no difference to me, but always remember… I’m the stronger. I am the prince."
Kakarotto was nodding furiously, grinning like a loon. Finally, he was unable to contain himself and lunged forward, throwing his arms around the stiff prince.
Vejita was thrown off guard by the sudden closeness. As mentioned before, Nappa was the closest thing he’d ever had to a friend. Mostly he and his bodyguard had sparred with one another, every now and then having conversations about anything of real importance. His sudden urge to become so close, mentally and at the moment, physically, was beyond him. He just knew it was something he needed.
Only several days had passed and the two were inseparable. Many of the local soldiers and slaves that inhabited the palace were amazed with the closeness of the relationship. The shy slave boy they’d seen in the corridors had become a whole new person. He was constantly going on about one thing or another, and he turned out to be quite playful.
"Jita, you ‘wake?" the boy questioned, pressing an ear to his master’s bedroom door. Suddenly, it slid open, a groggy Saiyajin prince standing before him, wearing only a pair of navy blue spandex pants.
"Mornin’." Kakarotto said cheerfully, grinning like fool.
"Hn. What time is it?" Vejita said, stepping into the common room and taking a seat on the dull couch. Wiping his eyes with one hand, he searched for his boots with the other, feeling around his feet and under the coffee table.
"Breakfast time. I’m starvin’!" As if on cue, the boy’s stomach rumbled loudly.
Taking a seat next to his master, he smiled, "Wanna go get somethin’ ta eat?"
"Figures. All you ever think about is food." Vejita said dryly, continuing his search with both hands now.
Kakarotto leaned forward, his nose practically coming into contact with the prince’s as he reached under and passed Vejita’s legs.
"N… Nani?" Vejita said, suddenly wide-awake. Was Kakarotto going to…?
"Here," the boy said, pulling forth a pair of white boots and holding them before Vejita’s face, "Now, common… I’m starvin’."
"Hn," the prince growled, yanking the boots from the boy and slipping them onto his feet, "Yeah, yeah… I heard you the first time. Let’s go." He said, rising to his feet and wrapping his tail around his waist.
Once in the mess hall, the two Saiyajin sat alone at a small round table. Soon a female slave of a strange species served them large quantities of food. Normally, so much wasn’t given to just two warriors, but the woman must have seen Kakarotto coming. As usual, they ate in relative silence. There wasn’t much that could be said while the boy was stuffing his face. Finally, they’d both had their fill.
Leaning back in his chair, Kakarotto patted his full stomach, "Mmm… That was good."
"Yes… So, ready for a spar?" Vejita questioned, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. He knew better than to think that the boy wouldn’t be able to fight at such an overstuffed state. He never needed a moment to digest, and it seemed to speed him up rather than slow him down. The prince, on the other hand, had never been able to consume that much in the first place.
"Nnn… Jita, I’m sleepy now." Kakarotto said, whining somewhat as he retied the white sash around his waist, tightening his blue gi.
Vejita faltered for a moment at the way his name had sounded coming from the boy, "Sleepy?"
"Hai. I couldn’t sleep last night. Ya really kicked my butt," Kakarotto could see that the prince’s mind was fumbling with an apology but unable to say it, "Don’t worry ‘bout it… I just haven’t recovered enough to spar like that again so soon."
"I know." Vejita snapped. Why was the boy being so sweet? He hadn’t been on the verge of apologizing to a third class, had he?
"Wanna go back to our room?"
Vejita shook his head for a moment, not understanding, "Why?" he asked, unsure of why the boy wanted to go back to their boring room.
"Please, Jita… I’m sleepy…" Kakarotto said, yawning, causing his eyes to water up as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
Vejita couldn’t refuse those cute puppy dog eyes, "Come on, Chibi…" he said, almost smiling.
Together they walked through the corridors littered with soldiers here and there. Kakarotto walked several feet ahead of the prince, his bare feet padding the metal floor, his tail hovering behind him.
Once they’d reached their destination, Kakarotto had plopped down on the couch, lazily stretching out on his stomach. Vejita closed the front door and, oddly enough, decided to relax on the couch as well instead of the two empty cushioned chairs that remained.
His bottom barely fitting in the small space between Kakarotto’s head and the arm of the couch, Vejita fond himself bored, "Are you asleep?"
"Nnn… Not yet," Kakarotto mumbled, repositioning, surprised to find the prince so close, "Jita?" he questioned before smiling and scooting up until his head rest in his master’s lap.
"Baka… What are you doing?" Vejita asked in a slightly more-than-upset tone, blushing heavily and baring his teeth. Luckily for him, Kakarotto didn’t notice his embarrassment.
"You make a good pillow." The boy teased, his eyes closed in exhaustion.
"Hn." The prince answered, his embarrassment having faded away as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes as well.
"You know, Kakarotto, it’s like you’re a totally different person." Vejita said, keeping his eyes closed.
"Nah, this is how I’ve always been. It’s just been a long time since I’ve been able to be me."
Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself again. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep.
Part Five |