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! ^_^
Apologies: I was out of town, so… This chapter is a couple of days late. Sorry!
Okay, if there's anyone left, on with the fic…
Seido, Eme, and Kakarotto all looked up when the door suddenly flung open to reveal the Saiyajin prince breathing quite heavily. He was thinner than usual, but still quite attractive.
"Come on, chibi." Was all he said as he turned and stepped out of view.
Kakarotto smiled, quickly rising to his feet as he hurried to the door. He gave his two new friends a quick wave before closing the door behind him. Soon, they were in the common room of Vejita and Nappa’s quarters.
"Sit down," ordered the prince, continuing once the boy had taken a seat on the couch, "I’ve been thinking…"
"Huh?" Vejita said, stopping in his pacing to look the boy in the eyes.
"I forgive you."
Vejita’s eyes narrowed in confusion as he stepped closer, taking a seat far too close to the boy, "For what?"
Kakarotto’s breath quickened at the proximity of his master, "For taking so long." It was barely a whisper.
"Chibi…" Vejita whispered in return, lifting a hand to trace the boy’s jaw down to his chin, pulling him closer. The prince let his eyes slide shut as the two kissed for the first time.
It was anything but awkward since the prince was well experienced. It was slow and wonderful. Kakarotto all but melted into the touch, when suddenly, he felt the warm electricity of Vejita’s tongue gliding over his lips, not asking, more like gently demanding, permission inside.
Vejita smirked ever so slightly as permission was quickly granted and he took his time exploring the new wonders of the boy’s mouth. It didn’t take long for him to begin his own exploration, his tongue coming alive but remaining submissive.
Finally, the prince pulled back, pleased to see that the boy’s eyes were still closed, his lips still pursed. Without saying a word Vejita rose from the couch, making his way into his private chambers. He quickly discarded his clothes and got into bed. As predicted, it didn’t take long for the boy to come to him.
Kakarotto didn’t bother knock, stepping into the prince’s room, closing the door behind him.
"Yes?" Vejita asked, a smirk on his lips. He watched closely as the boy stepped closer, his fingers tracing his lips were Vejita’s had been only moments ago.
"Would you taste me again, please?" Kakarotto questioned in a voice barely above a whisper.
Vejita could see the boy’s lust filled expression clearly in the dim room. He didn’t feel quite ready to go all the way with the boy but another taste wouldn’t hurt. Smirking, he simply nodded. He was pleased to see the boy smile and then shocked when he began pulling at the sash around his waste. Before long he was standing before him completely naked. Breathtaking. That was the only word to describe him.
Lifting the thin blanket, Vejita watched as Kakarotto climbed in bed with him, smiling like a fool. They lay together for a moment, just staring at one another. Then, the prince noticed the ever so slight blush on the boy’s almost feminine face.
"Please, Jita…" Kakarotto said, begging as he blushed further.
Vejita had to force himself to suppress the groan that threatened to escape him. The way he was saying his name… It was surely going to be the end of him. Smirking, he reached a hand up to the boy’s jaw, gently caressing the smooth skin further and further back until his hand was at the back of Kakarotto’s head, gently pulling him closer. He watched as the boy’s heavy eyelids fell closed as they neared.
Vejita swallowed the moan that erupted from the boy and into his mouth, fighting the urge to vocalize his pleasure himself. The prince was surprised when their bodies were suddenly pressed together as the boy sidled up against him.
Kakarotto gasped at the feel of his master’s erection pressing against his abdomen, "Please…"
Vejita finally pulled back, smirking to see the boy breathing deeply from their most recent tongue dual, "No. Not yet. Go to sleep."
Kakarotto frowned as he started to get up. It was strange that he wanted this so much. He was usually so uncomfortable with even the idea of being used for pleasure, but it was different with Vejita.
"No," Vejita said, wrapping an arm around the boy’s sensual waist to keep him from leaving, "Sleep here."
Kakarotto half smiled, pressing himself back into his master, "I’m sorry I’m not better."
"It has nothing to do with you. Go to sleep… Chibi." Vejita said, lying on his back, the boy’s head resting on his chest, an arm draped over his body, and one leg draped over both of his, causing the boy’s ever present erection to press against him. He was informed of the boy’s slumber by light snoring. Vejita smirked again, lifting an arm to drape over Kakarotto. It eased his mind to feel the boy so close, but he wasn’t ready for anything more than this. His heart was telling him to take it slow.
Nappa rubbed his face roughly as he rose from his bed. Mornings had always been hard for him. Yawning widely, he pulled on his black spandex shorts and full armor, grabbing his scouter from his dresser as he made his way into the common room, wrapping his tail around his waist. He was surprised to see the prince stepping out of his room at the exact same time, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting black gi pants tied with a white sash.
"Good morning, Sire." Nappa greeted, still wary of his prince. The last couple of times they’d spoken the prince had been rather moody. It was dangerous to speak plainly with royalty when their frame of mind was uncertain.
Vejita plopped down on the couch, "Morning."
Nappa cautiously sat in a chair opposite his prince, he seemed to be fine, "Are things better since yesterday?"
"Actually, yes, they are. Your words of advice helped quite a bit."
"Are you better now?"
"I believe so." Vejita said, suddenly feeling the boy’s ki nearing him. Glancing to his left, he could see that Kakarotto was up, dressed in only his gi pants.
Kakarotto smiled upon seeing his master, making his way to the couch, his bare feet padding against cold metal floor, "Mornin’, Jita."
Vejita nodded in reply, smirking at his bumbling bodyguard’s open mouth shock. The boy flopped onto the couch, cuddling up against him, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"I’m hungry." Kakarotto stated simply, his stomach rumbling as if on cue.
Several days passed and this routine continued. Nappa was more than surprised, more than shocked, especially after hearing the prince badmouth homosexuality not so long ago. Now the prince stayed in his quarters all day with the boy, leaving only for meals.
"What are ya goin’ ta do about pickin’ a mate?" Kakarotto asked, his head hanging off the couch, back against the seat, and legs dangling over the back.
"I don’t want to talk about this," Vejita said, stepping out of the washroom wearing only a pair of gi pants, "How old did you say you were? Sixteen?"
"Nn… Well, I was told ta say I was sixteen, but I’m really fourteen. I’ll be fifteen in the month of harvest." Kakarotto said, watching as the prince sat across from him in a dull armchair.
"Okay, so, your mother died while you were still an infant, and your father died in battle when you were four," Vejita waited until the boy nodded before he continued, "And your father’s slaves you’d been living with were freed, but they soon sold you into slavery for their own survival?"
"Yup." Kakarotto said, swinging up out of his odd position only to be faced with a sudden head rush.
"When did you start training?"
"Ever since I can remember. My dad always said that strength comes first. After he died, well, it was all I ever really had," Kakarotto paused, finally having regained focused vision, "Why do you want ta know so much about me?"
"Just curious. Why? Do you want to know anything about me?"
"Umm…" Kakarotto thought, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, "Well, I already know you’re gonna be twenty-five in… In the month of… When is your birthday?"
Vejita smirked at the boy’s simplicity, "In the month of reproduction actually."
"Where’s your mom?"
"My mother died in childbirth. My father used to tell me when I was young that she was the most beautiful woman who ever lived."
Kakarotto grinned, "I’m sure she was. Just look at you. Ya don’t look like your dad that much!"
"What do you mean?" the prince questioned, especially since most said they were nearly identical.
"Well, you’re smaller, smoother, not all big and bulky lookin’, and you’re," Kakarotto paused, taking on a serene look, "Prettier."
Vejita became suddenly serious, letting their topic venture further in the direction it was generally headed, "Had you begun your training as a slave?"
"Then, why so obedient?" Vejita asked after the boy had shook his head in answer to his previous question.
"I’ve been livin’ there since I was so little… I just started actin’ like they told me I was goin’ ta have ta act once I was eighteen."
"So, you’ve never been enjoyed?"
Vejita looked up, feeling strangely jealous, "When? Who?"
"Just before I was givin’ to you and a couple months ago…"
"Who?" Vejita interrupted impatiently.
"The king." Kakarotto said in a whisper, feeling ashamed of his betrayal.
Vejita was in shock. What was his father thinking? Using the boy just before giving him to his own son!? Using the boy just after he’d made it clear that Kakarotto was his friend!? Then, Vejita realized that he was angry, very angry. Kakarotto was his. How dare anyone think to even look at him?!
"I’m sorry, Jita." The whisper was barely heard, instantly calming the prince. Kakarotto thought it was his fault?
"No, don’t be. There was nothing you could do. Refusing this king is like asking for death," Vejita said, his voice becoming unexpectedly soothing as he continued, "I should have been there for you. How can I make it up to you?"
Kakarotto instantly began grinning. Vejita cared, he really cared. Then, he thought of something, and if it was possible, his grin spread further.
"What?" the prince asked through a half smile, chuckling.
"Can we go outside? Please…"
"Of course, just stop whining."
Part Ten |