ViperVegeta: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice. Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't sue. All I have is a hairtie, so don't waste your money. Flamers will keep me warm while I laugh at the flamer-er.
This story just came to me, I have no idea where from, but I'll keep posting, even if no-one reviews.(PLEASE REVIEW!!!)
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ViperVegeta: Rating for language, and abuse, just in case. YAOI, so if you don't like, then don't waste your time.
Shocker: Prologue.
'I'm sick of him.' She mused as she poured the sauce over his meal. 'He's always bloody training, never spends any time with me, or his son at least. Hey! I know! This'll fix him!' She spotted a small, unmarked crystal bottle and poured the entire contents into the sauce, then mixed it in and added the new sauce to the food, then took it in and put it on the table. Her smile dared to grow as she watched him devour the meal, then he left, headed straight for bed because he was exhausted after training for five hours straight. He had forced himself to stay awake to eat, and that was saying something, but he stumbled as he reached the bedroom door, then shook his head. Stumbled? Surely he wasn't that tired? He dismissed it, thinking about being asleep within moments kept him awake enough to strip and fold his clothes away neatly, then he slid between the bedcovers, and his body was immediately asleep, numb with rest. His mind buzzed though. Why had she smiled at him when he was eating? He let the thought leave his mind and went to turn onto his side, but he didn't move. What the? He tried to lift his arm. Nothing. He tried turning his head. Still nothing. What was wrong? Why couldn't he move? He couldn't do anything, he might as well be unconscious, he was a dead-weight. Suddenly the door opened and she came in, locking the door behind her. What would she do that for? He could hear her walk over to him, and then her hand slid under his head. She lifted it, then let it drop back onto the pillow, and smiled, then went to her own closet and undressed. She was back a moment later, and lay under the covers on her own side of the bed, but moved over and placed herself on top of him. He could feel her hands on his skin, and wanted to say 'go away', but he couldn't do anything. She leaned forward and kissed him, and he could feel his body responding to her touch, but there was nothing the Prince could do.