Devour Me

By: Hatti Lee* AKA Amalthea* AKA Saiyajin_Peach AKA Saiyajin_Peach_18

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 sorry for doing this everyone, but it seems that went and erased all my fics along with all my wonderful reviews! *Holds back the tears!* I was no longer able to long on, so I just re-registered. I hope no one gets too confused.

Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic…

Chapter Five

A little more than a week later, Nappa stepped out of his space pod, stretching as he looked up at the darkening sky. They’d taken two days longer than expected. The king wasn’t going to be happy about this.

Several other soldiers joined Nappa as the walked silently to the throne room.

"Ah… So, you finally decide to return. What took so long?"

Nappa stepped forward, bowing, "Sorry, Sire. The inhabitants were stronger than expected. Our scouters were next to useless."

"Still all your men managed to survive?"

"Yes, Sire."

"Very well. Dismissed."

Nappa straightened his posture and strode out the small side door. Now he had to find Prince Vejita. It didn’t take long. He found his prince and the boy training in the large training hall near the throne room.

Vejita stopped the spar, turning to his bodyguard, "Welcome back, Nappa. Everything went well?"

The slow-witted soldier was surprised by his prince’s tone, "Yes, Sire. However, I thought I’d let you in on a rather useful technique I witnessed on Dreek."

Now the bulky man had his attention, "And what is that?"

"It seems that the inhabitants were able to hide their ki from the scouters."

Vejita’s eyebrows lifted for an instant in surprise, "What a useful little trick. Have any of you picked it up yet?"

"No, none of us were able to." Nappa answered, noticing that Kakarotto seemed to no longer be the slave he used to be. The boy was looking about, making eye contact with him, and obviously listening in on the conversation.

"I wonder how…" Vejita mumbled.

"But… You never use all your strength against me…" Kakarotto stated innocently.

"Yes, but a scouter can still pick up on my full ki." The prince answered as he continued to ponder the skill.

"Can you sense ki?" the boy asked, curious now.

Nappa stared in amazement. He had no clue what was going on. The two were conversing as if they were siblings; however, he remained quiet as to not upset his prince.

"Not without a scouter. No one can." Vejita said, eyeing the boy.

"Well, I can. I sense ya right now. That’s how I know ya don’t use all your strength when we fight."

Both Nappa and Vejita’s mouths fell open, though, the prince recovered much quicker, "And, can you sense others?"


"Nappa, give me your scouter," Vejita snapped, taking the device from his bodyguard and putting it on, pressing a few buttons, and turning his attention back to the boy, "This says you have a ki of 1500."

"1500? Is that good?" Kakarotto asked, his head tilting to one side much like a dog.

Vejita smirked, "Mines at 60,000."

This time only Nappa’s mouth hung open. The prince had never revealed his power level to anyone. Now he was curious of the king’s power level. No one knew which of the two were the strongest.

"60,000? Is that a lot higher?"

Vejita frowned, just now realizing that the boy was as uneducated as he proved, "It means I’m forty times stronger than you."

"That doesn’t make sense. I’m almost tha same as you."

"Nonsense! Unless… You’re able to hide you ki from the scouter…" the prince said, mumbling the last, "Then, why do I defeat you so often?"

" ‘Cause it would make ya mad if I beat ya. I don’t wanna have ya mad at me." The boy said, almost pouting.

"Hn. Fight me right now… With everything you’ve got, and that’s an order."

Swallowing hard, Kakarotto stepped out into the middle of the large, empty hall, nodding.

Nappa watched in amazement as the two began their match. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal, though it was obvious that the prince had more experience and skill. The boy left his guard open too often, and if the prince were fighting as ruthless as he normally did, the boy would be seriously injured.

Vejita jerked the scouter from his face, tossing it to the floor. They’d been fighting for nearly an hour and it seemed Kakarotto had been right, but the scouter had never indicated his ki going above 1500 the entire time.

"That’s enough," he said, straightening his posture, "Tomorrow I demand you show me how you do it."

Kakarotto stood straight as well, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back a hand. He nodded, noting his master’s stern tone. Without saying a word, Vejita turned and started towards the exit.

"I didn’t make ya mad, did I, Jita?" he questioned, jogging to catch up. Suddenly, a fist made contact with his jaw and he went sailing backwards, landing unceremoniously on his behind.

Vejita turned on his heel, "Nappa! What do you think you’re doing?" he bellowed, going immediately to the boy’s side. Kakarotto was clutching his jaw with both hands when Vejita extended and arm, offering a hand up. The boy took it without question.

"Enough! No need to go on like a baby." The prince said, almost chuckling at the boy’s whining. Then he remembered…


"Uh, sorry, Sire. The boy had ill-addressed you. I thought it was law to punish slaves for…"

"It’s fine," Vejita interrupted, "Just… Don’t do it again. I’ve given Kakarotto permission to behave how he likes."

The bulky bodyguard felt that the day would never end in surprises. The prince seemed to be less frustrated and kinder. Nothing noticeable by others, but he’d spent so much time with the fiery Saiyajin, that he did. Maybe the king had been right after all. Maybe some kind of sexual lust the prince had been unaware of was being fulfilled; however, he’d heard upon arriving that he still hadn’t chosen a mate. Nappa decided not to worry over it as they came to their room. All would be revealed in time.

Nappa awoke early, having set his scouter to go off much like an alarm clock. He flung a bulky arm over the edge of the small bed, his fingers searching wildly for the device. Nappa sighed before deciding not to smash one of his last scouters in his large hand.

Before long he was tromping through the common room, soon learning that neither Prince Vejita nor Kakarotto were there. It didn’t take long for him to find them though.

Breathing heavily, Kakarotto bent, resting his hands on his knees, "I’m too hungry to fight anymore."

"Is food all you ever think about?" Vejita said, earning an adorable grin from the boy. Adorable? Where the Hell did that come from?

"Sire, shall we get some breakfast?" Nappa said, stepping into the doorway of the dull training hall.

Kakarotto all but sprinted down the few corridors that led to the mess hall. Soon all three were seated at a round table near the entrance. Nappa was somewhat amazed at the speed in which the boy inhaled his food. His prince didn’t even seem to notice.

"Kakarotto, really… You’re going to choke or something." The prince said, speaking loud enough to be heard over the ruckus of quite a few other warriors.

Chuckling, the boy gulped down the last of his large meal, leaning back in his chair while rubbing his overstuffed stomach with both hands.

"Have some dignity." The prince mumbled, smirking…. Almost smiling.

"Sire, I really don’t understand…" Nappa began, only to be cut off when his prince suddenly stood.

"Let’s get back to training."

Nodding, Kakarotto stood, following his master out of the less crowded mess hall, leaving Nappa alone at the table.

"Jita, I don’t think Nappa likes me."

"It doesn’t matter." The prince said as they took their places opposite one another in the larger of the two training halls in the palace.

"I’m tired of trainin’. Can’t we do somethin’ else?"

Vejita straightened his posture, growling lightly, "Stop whining. Saiyajin don’t whine."

They’d been training for hours and had finally accomplished their goal. It had been nearly a month since Vejita had insisted Kakarotto teach him this new technique that only a handful of Saiyajin’s had even heard of. The prince was finding himself capable of picking up ki like a sixth sense. It was hard at first, but he was finding himself able to do it better and better the more he did it. It seemed the boy had been right. They were nearly equal in strength.

Kakarotto sighed, letting his arms drop limply to his sides. Without a word, he let himself fall backwards, bumping his head, lying flat on his back. Vejita almost gasped and hurried to the boy’s side. Kakarotto chuckled when the prince’s upside down face came into view.


"Fine," Vejita said, smirking down at the fool, "Just stop whining."

The boy jumped to his feet, nearly knocking his master over, "What are we goin’ to do?" he asked excitedly, only getting a shrug in response.

Vejita was finding it harder and harder to entertain the boy. His life consisted of training, eating, and sleeping, and in that order. Kakarotto always wanted to "do something." He considered going outdoors, but soon changed his mind. He didn’t want his father to see how he allowed the boy to behave. Plus, it was dangerous outside. Kakarotto was far too innocent and curious. If he turned his back for a moment and the boy wondered off, he could be stolen and sold into slavery again. These were desperate times. The rich were extremely rich, and the poor were extremely poor. Of course, nothing was going to be done about it. Who cared if a few poor Saiyajin starved? Vejita hoped he’d never be king. He hated being prince. If it were that easy, he’d just leave, but where would he go?

Snapping out of his thoughts, he began walking towards his quarters with Kakarotto in tow. Their little naps were becoming more and more often. Now they were up to once a week. Stepping into the dull room, Vejita kicked off his boots and slid onto the couch, stretching out before relaxing.

Kakarotto stared in amazement. He’d noticed his master’s grace in battle, but this was different. It reminding him of some sort of elegant, sleek panther. Suddenly he had an urge to be closer to his master, to have some sort of contact.

The boy snapped out of his trance and hurried over to the roomy couch, kicking off his boots before taking a seat near Vejita’s feet. Carefully, he swung his feet up onto the couch until they were behind his master. He too stretched before relaxing against the prince.

Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy’s entire body pressing against his own. Lifting his head, he could see that Kakarotto was already asleep, hugging his bare feet to his chest as if they were a teddy bear. The boy’s hold was so gentle, his skin so warm. He’d never really thought about it before, but Kakarotto was quite the specimen. He had pale ivory skin, ebony locks, and large eyes like inky windows into his soul. The boy’s soul had to be his best quality. So innocent and pure as if he’d never had an evil thought in his entire life, even though he’d been raised to be a pleasure slave.

The prince closed his eyes, letting himself slip closer to sleep. Still, Kakarotto invaded his thoughts. The boy was just so perfect. Even his physique was idea, as if he’d been chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves. He was pretty much finished growing, standing at least a foot taller than the prince. Even after his years of training, he held a somewhat small frame instead of growing bulky and oversized. The prince smirked as his thoughts took a new direction: The boy had compact muscles like himself, thin waist, narrow hips, and a delicious looking ass. He obeyed, respected, and was honest with his prince. Actually, he seemed to be the ideal mate.

Vejita’s eyes flew open at the thought. Where had that come from? Why was he thinking like this? He wasn’t a faggot! There was nothing wrong with noticing beauty in a fellow warrior. Beauty!?!?

Sighing, Vejita tried not to think about any of it. The more he thought, the more he confused himself. Soon, he was fast asleep.

Kakarotto grinned. He could feel the emotions radiating from his master. They were so strong they nearly overwhelmed him. They were friends. The electricity in the air foreshadowed something stronger than friendship, but Kakarotto shrugged it off. He knew of no such thing, however, he was glad he had Vejita. The arrogant prince was the only person who’d ever been kind to him.

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