OMG! I'm actually writing a fic that's not Yu Yu Hakusho! HA! Who knew? One
might think that I would write an Inuyasha fic or something......*shrugs* well,
hope you all enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters, but if I owned Vegeta.. oh man...you don't even wanna know what I'd do with that sexy saiyan ;)
WARNING: This fic is SHOUNEN AI! That means its male/male pairing! If you don't like, or are not comfortable with this, please leave now! Also, this is Vegeta/Goku! And their MIGHT be a lemon......DON'T HURT ME! *hides* as of now there isn't one, I will warn you when that chapter comes!!
All You Want
Ebony eyes glared fiercely at his opponent as Vegeta dodged the weak energy blast that zoomed past his head. "Hn...What a weakling...." He muttered, returning the blast, sending his foe smashing into the marble wall of the training hall. A loud 'crack' could be heard as he slid to the floor, eyes wide and in pain. The man coughed, a trickle of blood dripping from his lips, than his shoulders slumped. He was dead.
Vegeta landed down from his place in the air with a soft thump, and prodded the man in the leg. "Weaklings like you don't deserve to live in a world as harsh as this. You should thank me for taking you life; I've saved you from the embarrassment of being such a weak solider working in my kingdom."
"Now was that really necessary my son? At this rate you're going to kill every guard I hire" a gruff voice spoke from behind him. Vegeta turned to find his father, smirking with his arms crossed. Vegeta grunted, and bowed. Not out of respect mind you, he hated his father with a passion. The only reason he showed such curtsey was because his father was king, and had to power to dispose of him he felt the need to, even though he was his only son. "Hello father. It is not my fault; he challenged me, and who am I to turn away a challenge?"
His father let out a roaring laugh and thumped his son on the shoulder. Vegeta grimaced and tried not to roll his eyes. "Your are one who hasn't, and never will. Come my son, it is time you and I had a good long talk" He tried to lead the teenager away with him, but Vegeta shrugged his hand away and took to the air. "Hn, no thanks old man, I have better things to do with my time."
"You mean training? Come now Vegeta you are already incredibly strong, have you not time enough to talk with me?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and didn't answer. "Vegeta, you are 16, almost 17, don't you think it is time you found a mate?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "What brought this up?"
The king sighed and joined his son in the air. "You're a man now Vegeta, don't you think it's high time you find a mate and settled down?" Vegeta blinked, dumfounded. "I have no need to find someone to love, and start a family"
The raven haired man laughed again, the sound echoing in the large, empty room. "Love? What's love got to do with it? I'm merely insuring the fact that after I am gone, when ever that may be, that our family will be preserved, and I have a heir"
'Of course. Sayians don't fall in love. It's such a weak emotion, useless to a warrior species like we are. To a sayian, the only thing that matters is how strong they are, and getting stronger. Who need's love anyway? I sure as hell don't' Vegeta thought silently.
"Don't be so arrogant Vegeta" King Vegeta's voice was angry now, "There are plenty of beautiful women on this planet, take you pick and just-"
"Your majesty!" a worried voice rand out from below them. A feeble looking servant ran into the room, a look of panic on his pale face. "Pardon my interruption sire, but there has been much commotion in town today!"
The king sighed, frustrated. "What could it possibly be now?!" He landed quickly, and raced across the room, the servant in tow. "Vegeta! You will come too!"
The prince growled, and reluctantly followed. 'I should be training......'
They were lead out the gold plated front doors of their mansion, and through the dusty streets of planet Vegeta. Commoners shopping around made a path for them, and bowed their heads, surprised to see their king, and also their young price, out amongst them.
As they grew nearer to their destination, where ever that would be, their heard harsh voices yelling and cursing. A crown of people were surrounding a single booth, and two people. "Move aside, move aside I say! Make room for your king!" He shouted, getting everyone's attention.
Vegeta glared at the spectators and stood next to his father. In the middle of the crowd stood a young man, a little boy, and an older man with angry eyes and a shaggy beard. "What is going on here?"
The shaggy haired man turned, a scowl on his face, but it quickly faded once he saw the fierce look on his lords face. "Sire! I am surprised, what an honor It is to see y-"
"Get on with it man, we haven't all day. I was disturbed while talking with my son, told that something was wrong down here; well what is it?" his voice deep and menacing.
"Well your Majesty, I run a simple, well producing food stand, and this little gaki has stolen from me!"
All eyes were now focused on the little boy who was kneeling on the ground, tears in his eyes and a pure look of terror on his face. "I-I'm sorry! I- I'm so sorry! I needed food so I can feed my sick mommy! We can't afford food....."
The booth owners hand struck out and slapped the boy, sending him backwards. "Well I don't give a rats ass about your sick mother! If you want food, than pay for it you dirty little pest!" He reached out to strike the boy once more, but a hand stopped him, and twisted his wrist, earning a shout of pain from the other.
Vegeta's eyebrows rose, and he followed the hand up to the person controlling it. A young looking tan faced man with onyx eyes and unruly hair was scowling. "How can you honestly call your self a man, hitting an innocent child?! Your disgusting!" The man thrust the others arm back and focused his eyes on the little boy. Instantly his look of hatred was replaced with a kind smile, and he knelt down. "Are you ok?" the boy nodded hesitantly. "Good, now run along to your mom, k? I'll handle this" He took the stolen loaf of bread and placed in his tiny hands. The boy smiled and ran away, the crowd parting for him.
"Hey! Someone has to pay for that!" the baggy man screeched. "How dare you! Who do you think you are!? How can you speak of men, when you are merely a child!?"
The young man frowned. "I'm 15, and I'm more of man then you'll ever be!"
"Why you little bastard!" he was about to lunge, but a strong arm held him back. "Enough! This is foolish, how dare I be bothered for such a petty fight!" Vegeta's father said angrily. Reaching into the pocket of his black pants, he pulled out a singe gold coin and threw it at the mans feet. "Their, that should be more than enough to pay for the damn bread, now get out of my sight!" The salesman quickly snatched up the payment and scurried away, calling back his gratitude as he went.
"As for you," He turned to face the brave teenager, "You say you are 15?" The boy nodded. "Ah, more then old enough to become a guard in my palace, if that is what you would like? I rarely do this, but I'm giving you a choice; death for thievery, or the rest of you life working for me."
Raven eyes blinked in confusion. "But......why me?" he asked.
"Because you've got spunk, and I like that. So what's it gonna be?" He replied in a bored tone.
"I-I'll do it!" he said smiling.
"Good. Let's go" and with that he turned, and proceeded back to his home. "Father! What do you think your doing!? Hiring a third class baka like this to work for us?!" Vegeta asked agitated. What the fuck was his dad thinking?!
"Be calm my son, this boy could be a great fighter if trained properly. I can see it in his eyes......he has the heart of a warrior. Besides, you just KILLED one of our guards, remember?"
Vegeta flushed slightly, and turned to face the boy behind him. His arms were behind him, eyes sky ward. When he noticed his price staring at him, he gave him a warm smile and waved slightly.
Vegeta scoffed. 'Fine father, do what you wish, but I don't see what's so special about this happy-go-lucky baka.'
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YAY! First chappie done! Hoped you liked ^_^ if you haven't realized it yet, this story takes place on planet Vegeta, which still exists, and Vegeta and Goku are young, and......yea you get it.
Also, gaki=brat
AHH!!! HOW DO U SPELL GOKU'S SAYIAN NAME!?! HOW DO YOU EVEN SPELL SAYIAN!?! HELP MEEE!!!!
5 reviews = more chapters!!
PRESS LE BUTTON!!!! *pointes downward*
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters, but if I owned Vegeta.. oh man...you don't even wanna know what I'd do with that sexy saiyan ;)
WARNING: This fic is SHOUNEN AI! That means its male/male pairing! If you don't like, or are not comfortable with this, please leave now! Also, this is Vegeta/Goku! And their MIGHT be a lemon......DON'T HURT ME! *hides* as of now there isn't one, I will warn you when that chapter comes!!
All You Want
Ebony eyes glared fiercely at his opponent as Vegeta dodged the weak energy blast that zoomed past his head. "Hn...What a weakling...." He muttered, returning the blast, sending his foe smashing into the marble wall of the training hall. A loud 'crack' could be heard as he slid to the floor, eyes wide and in pain. The man coughed, a trickle of blood dripping from his lips, than his shoulders slumped. He was dead.
Vegeta landed down from his place in the air with a soft thump, and prodded the man in the leg. "Weaklings like you don't deserve to live in a world as harsh as this. You should thank me for taking you life; I've saved you from the embarrassment of being such a weak solider working in my kingdom."
"Now was that really necessary my son? At this rate you're going to kill every guard I hire" a gruff voice spoke from behind him. Vegeta turned to find his father, smirking with his arms crossed. Vegeta grunted, and bowed. Not out of respect mind you, he hated his father with a passion. The only reason he showed such curtsey was because his father was king, and had to power to dispose of him he felt the need to, even though he was his only son. "Hello father. It is not my fault; he challenged me, and who am I to turn away a challenge?"
His father let out a roaring laugh and thumped his son on the shoulder. Vegeta grimaced and tried not to roll his eyes. "Your are one who hasn't, and never will. Come my son, it is time you and I had a good long talk" He tried to lead the teenager away with him, but Vegeta shrugged his hand away and took to the air. "Hn, no thanks old man, I have better things to do with my time."
"You mean training? Come now Vegeta you are already incredibly strong, have you not time enough to talk with me?"
Vegeta crossed his arms and didn't answer. "Vegeta, you are 16, almost 17, don't you think it is time you found a mate?"
Vegeta's eyes widened. "What brought this up?"
The king sighed and joined his son in the air. "You're a man now Vegeta, don't you think it's high time you find a mate and settled down?" Vegeta blinked, dumfounded. "I have no need to find someone to love, and start a family"
The raven haired man laughed again, the sound echoing in the large, empty room. "Love? What's love got to do with it? I'm merely insuring the fact that after I am gone, when ever that may be, that our family will be preserved, and I have a heir"
'Of course. Sayians don't fall in love. It's such a weak emotion, useless to a warrior species like we are. To a sayian, the only thing that matters is how strong they are, and getting stronger. Who need's love anyway? I sure as hell don't' Vegeta thought silently.
"Don't be so arrogant Vegeta" King Vegeta's voice was angry now, "There are plenty of beautiful women on this planet, take you pick and just-"
"Your majesty!" a worried voice rand out from below them. A feeble looking servant ran into the room, a look of panic on his pale face. "Pardon my interruption sire, but there has been much commotion in town today!"
The king sighed, frustrated. "What could it possibly be now?!" He landed quickly, and raced across the room, the servant in tow. "Vegeta! You will come too!"
The prince growled, and reluctantly followed. 'I should be training......'
They were lead out the gold plated front doors of their mansion, and through the dusty streets of planet Vegeta. Commoners shopping around made a path for them, and bowed their heads, surprised to see their king, and also their young price, out amongst them.
As they grew nearer to their destination, where ever that would be, their heard harsh voices yelling and cursing. A crown of people were surrounding a single booth, and two people. "Move aside, move aside I say! Make room for your king!" He shouted, getting everyone's attention.
Vegeta glared at the spectators and stood next to his father. In the middle of the crowd stood a young man, a little boy, and an older man with angry eyes and a shaggy beard. "What is going on here?"
The shaggy haired man turned, a scowl on his face, but it quickly faded once he saw the fierce look on his lords face. "Sire! I am surprised, what an honor It is to see y-"
"Get on with it man, we haven't all day. I was disturbed while talking with my son, told that something was wrong down here; well what is it?" his voice deep and menacing.
"Well your Majesty, I run a simple, well producing food stand, and this little gaki has stolen from me!"
All eyes were now focused on the little boy who was kneeling on the ground, tears in his eyes and a pure look of terror on his face. "I-I'm sorry! I- I'm so sorry! I needed food so I can feed my sick mommy! We can't afford food....."
The booth owners hand struck out and slapped the boy, sending him backwards. "Well I don't give a rats ass about your sick mother! If you want food, than pay for it you dirty little pest!" He reached out to strike the boy once more, but a hand stopped him, and twisted his wrist, earning a shout of pain from the other.
Vegeta's eyebrows rose, and he followed the hand up to the person controlling it. A young looking tan faced man with onyx eyes and unruly hair was scowling. "How can you honestly call your self a man, hitting an innocent child?! Your disgusting!" The man thrust the others arm back and focused his eyes on the little boy. Instantly his look of hatred was replaced with a kind smile, and he knelt down. "Are you ok?" the boy nodded hesitantly. "Good, now run along to your mom, k? I'll handle this" He took the stolen loaf of bread and placed in his tiny hands. The boy smiled and ran away, the crowd parting for him.
"Hey! Someone has to pay for that!" the baggy man screeched. "How dare you! Who do you think you are!? How can you speak of men, when you are merely a child!?"
The young man frowned. "I'm 15, and I'm more of man then you'll ever be!"
"Why you little bastard!" he was about to lunge, but a strong arm held him back. "Enough! This is foolish, how dare I be bothered for such a petty fight!" Vegeta's father said angrily. Reaching into the pocket of his black pants, he pulled out a singe gold coin and threw it at the mans feet. "Their, that should be more than enough to pay for the damn bread, now get out of my sight!" The salesman quickly snatched up the payment and scurried away, calling back his gratitude as he went.
"As for you," He turned to face the brave teenager, "You say you are 15?" The boy nodded. "Ah, more then old enough to become a guard in my palace, if that is what you would like? I rarely do this, but I'm giving you a choice; death for thievery, or the rest of you life working for me."
Raven eyes blinked in confusion. "But......why me?" he asked.
"Because you've got spunk, and I like that. So what's it gonna be?" He replied in a bored tone.
"I-I'll do it!" he said smiling.
"Good. Let's go" and with that he turned, and proceeded back to his home. "Father! What do you think your doing!? Hiring a third class baka like this to work for us?!" Vegeta asked agitated. What the fuck was his dad thinking?!
"Be calm my son, this boy could be a great fighter if trained properly. I can see it in his eyes......he has the heart of a warrior. Besides, you just KILLED one of our guards, remember?"
Vegeta flushed slightly, and turned to face the boy behind him. His arms were behind him, eyes sky ward. When he noticed his price staring at him, he gave him a warm smile and waved slightly.
Vegeta scoffed. 'Fine father, do what you wish, but I don't see what's so special about this happy-go-lucky baka.'
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YAY! First chappie done! Hoped you liked ^_^ if you haven't realized it yet, this story takes place on planet Vegeta, which still exists, and Vegeta and Goku are young, and......yea you get it.
Also, gaki=brat
AHH!!! HOW DO U SPELL GOKU'S SAYIAN NAME!?! HOW DO YOU EVEN SPELL SAYIAN!?! HELP MEEE!!!!
5 reviews = more chapters!!
PRESS LE BUTTON!!!! *pointes downward*