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! Seems I'm updating every three to four days, but even that could change, 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. So, please don't sue me! It's not like you'd get much anyway! ^_^
Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic�
Chapter Eight
Several days had passed and Prince Vejita was training harder than ever, deep in thought. He felt as if he were going mad. He�d enjoyed himself with each of his two remaining slaves. Of course it had been pleasurable, but he yearned for something more.
Baring his teeth, he attacked Nappa, throwing swift kicks and punches at full power. He wasn�t a faggot!
"Sire, please!" Nappa bellowed, backing away quickly when the prince paused in their sparring. Breathing heavily, the slow-witted bodyguard watched his prince; it was obvious he was deep in thought.
Vejita�s eyes were open, but he wasn�t really seeing. Maybe� Maybe he needed to enjoy himself with a male, just to see if that was what he yearned for. No. He knew that the aching he felt wasn�t something that could be remedied with physical pleasure. He needed more. Love? Love was a weakness, but he could remember not so long ago when he�d felt the beginnings of the cruel emotion.
Vejita opened his eyes at the feel of the boy nudging his thigh with his head as he repositioned himself. Soon, he stilled, and the prince closed his eyes again. Before long, they were both fast asleep.
Yes, Kakarotto. No wonder he�d felt so hurt when his father had taken the boy away. He needed to get the boy back. Even if he was unsure about his feelings, he knew he didn�t want anyone other than himself in Kakarotto�s presence, touching him� The thought caused him to snap back into reality.
"Nappa, your services are no longer need for the day." With that he stomped off, heading for his father�s quarters. It was quite early, surely he�d still be there.
Before long he was standing before the doors of his father�s chambers. He paused, taking a deep breath. He hadn�t seen his father in a couple of days. He�d had Nappa inform his father that he�d be unable to come to the throne room each morning, insisting that he didn�t want any distractions while he chose a mate. Funny, though he�d rid himself of distractions, Kakarotto haunted his mind. Finally, he raised a hand to knock, knowing full well that his father was inside, since he was able to feel ki now.
"What is it? Oh, Vejita, and to what do I owe this pleasure?" the king said, half-dressed.
"Father, I�ve been racking my mind, trying to think which of the many women I�ve encountered would make the perfect mate�"
"And?" the king interrupted, "I�m pressed for time as it is. I have to be in the throne room in less than ten minutes."
Vejita fought back the urge to snap at his father, instead continuing with his charade, "As I was saying, I�m quite stressed, and the truth of the matter is that I was hoping for a slave to relieve that stress."
"This makes no sense. You gave me all of your slaves." The king said, leaving his chamber doors open as he stepped back into the room to continue getting dressed.
"Yes, but I�m afraid you took away the one that I had yet to enjoy." Vejita said, hoping his father caught on, he did not look forward to explaining it.
King Vejita�s eyes lit up at the realization of his son�s words, "I see, but you said that you and the boy were friends, and I�d gotten word from Nappa that the two of you had conversations like you were brothers, not lovers."
Vejita swallowed, knowing that his father was going to say this, "Yes, well, it�s something to be ashamed of when you yearn for male intimacy, and the conversations, have you never had a conversation with one of your slaves?"
The king eyed his son for a moment before smirking, "Then, I was right all along. Well, he�s in my slaves� quarters. Help yourself, he�s all yours. I need to be going. So, if you�ll excuse me."
Vejita nodded his thanks to his father as he left, his cloak billowing behind him as he turned a corner. Pausing again before another set of double doors, slightly narrower, Vejita finally worked up the nerve to enter, throwing the doors open to see quite a large number of slaves.
Kakarotto lifted his head to the sound, forgetting his manners as he laid eyes on the face of his true master. He couldn�t stop the grin that spread across his face.
"Jita!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and running to the prince, his tail flowing behind him as he tackled his master.
Prince Vejita smirked, "Hey, chibi. Let�s get out of here." With that, the two of them left, leaving the remaining slaves in shock.
"Can you believe it?" Hanna questioned, turning to gape at Chiisai who only shook her head. It was unbelievable. Their little Kakarotto had won the heart of the prince.
"Jita, I didn�t think you�d come. I�m so glad to see you." Kakarotto went on as they made their way to their quarters.
Vejita became suddenly all too aware of the warm hands that were holding his left arm in a near death grip. Actually, it was a strong yet very, very gentle hold. Almost like an� Embrace. Vejita pulled away as they reached their destination, but he found himself pausing before yet another door.
"Kakarotto, I have a lot of things on my mind. I want you to stay in my slaves� quarters, okay?"
Kakarotto nodded. Was it him? Why did his own master refuse his touch? He took a few steps back as Vejita began to show him to the doors.
"No, it�s okay. I know where it is." Kakarotto said, entering the room, closing the doors behind him.
Vejita sighed. He knew this wasn�t much better, but at least he knew that the boy wasn�t being used. Now he was free to his thoughts, and the only way he could think was to train.
Eme�s eyes grew wide when she saw the strange man step into the room. She glanced to Seido. The dark woman was keeping her manners. So, Eme followed suit. Whoever this was, he was Saiyajin, which meant he was above her.
"Hi. My name�s Kakarotto. I guess I�ll be stayin� here for a while."
At that, both women�s heads snapped up, "Are you saying you�re a slave?" Seido asked, watching the boy wearily as he came closer, plopping down on the floor near them.
"Yup."
"I�m guessing you�re Prince Vejita�s slave since you�re here." Eme said, pulling at her unruly dark green tresses.
"Yeah, but I don�t think he wants me. He just doesn�t want anyone else ta have me." Kakarotto said, sulking. He wasn�t a complete moron. He knew well enough what he was. He�d never actually started his training, but he�d lived there nearly all of his life. He belonged to the prince. He belonged to Jita. Why didn�t he enjoy him?
"Well, that�s a lot better than you think." Eme said, leaning back against some of the plush satin pillows that filled the room.
Two months time had passed and Vejita found that he�d gotten absolutely nowhere.
"Sire, I don�t think this is good for you." Nappa said, leaning against the cool dull metal walls of the prince�s training hall.
"What?" Vejita snapped, turning from his invisible training partner, hovering in midair.
"I know it�s not my place to say but something�s wrong, isn�t it?"
"Hn." Was the prince�s only answer as he floated down out of the air, landing with a tap of his boots.
"All this training isn�t helping. If you don�t choose a mate within the next four months, they�ll choose one for you."
"Do you think I don�t know that?" Vejita yelled, storming towards the daft bodyguard.
"Uh� Sorry, Sire� It just seemed that you�ve been deep in thought for some time now. Maybe�"
"What Nappa?" Vejita yelled when it seemed the bulky warrior wasn�t going to continue, "By all means, grace me with you intellect!"
"Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." Nappa said, starting off yelling and ending in a soft tone.
Vejita�s eyes were wide. That was perhaps the smartest thing the man had ever said. Maybe he was right. Maybe he should stop worrying about his brain and stick to his heart.
His brain told him that homosexuality was disgusting. His heart could care less. His brain ordered him to be proud and arrogant and strong. His heart wanted him to seek what his body ached for. His brain told him the boy was nothing more than a third class, orphaned pleasure slave. His heart told him that Kakarotto was the love of his life.
Vejita�s eyes grew wider, if that was possible. Love of his life? Where had that come from? He wasn�t even sure if he wanted to go through with this.
"Maybe you should just act on instinct. Do what feels right." The words echoed in his mind. Quickly, he regained his composure.
"Nappa, thanks. Take leave for the rest of the day." Vejita said, blurting out the last as he turned and bolted for the door.
Nappa wasn�t quite sure what�d gotten into his prince, but what he�d said really seemed to shock him.
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