Summary: AU Goku is a servant for the royals of Vegeta-sei, and most noteably, Prince Vegeta. To the naked eye, it would be just the normal master/slave relationship; but could it be more? And what about Vegeta's father?

Pairings: GokuXVegeta, obviously! Duh! ^.^

Warnings: This fic contains yaoi (which is boyXboy, maleXmale, or in other words homosexual), angst, romance, future mpreg, and some super-uber lemon! What more could you want??? Rated M!

If you don't like yaoi: don't read, don't talk to me, and DEFINATELY DON'T REVIEW! I don't care for homophobics.

Disclaimer: Aww...I need a disclaimer? I don't own DBZ or any of its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama and TOEI Animation. If I did own DBZ, it would be jam-packed full of YAOI and GxV! WOOT!

This fic is AU, meaning alternate universe, so annoying characters like Goten, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Trunks, and Chi-chi don't exist (also, because it takes place on Vegeta-sei, and there are no humans there). Bulma, however, does exist, because she is a key part of the plot (and to fit the story, she is a saiyan).

It's also in Goku's POV. Enjoy!

RADDITZ IS KEWL, SO HE IS IN THIS FIC!

Sorry for the incredible FLUFFINESS of this chap. I was in some desperate need of some intense fluff.


I could feel the shock radiating off of Vegeta's crumpled body. His tears stopped falling into the carpet, and he was completely still. He was stunned and confused, completely off balance. I held him tighter, worried that he couldn't take any more emotion. Vegeta just completely shut down.

But I got to look at the king from a new perspective; he was torn between his son's happiness or his safety. And if I were in his shoes, there would be no doubt that I would take the sacifrice that he was taking. Suddenly, King Vegeta didn't look like the man who was ruining my joy.

No, he was the man who was saving it.

"Sir...you are in the debt of Lord Frieza?" I asked timidly, my left hand rubbing small circles on Vegeta's back.

"...yes, though I'm ashamed of it."

I didn't reply.

In an instant, Vegeta was out of my arms and running down the hall; my arms suddenly feeling very cold without his heat to warm them. The pain in the king's eyes told me the turmoil he felt inside, and I couldn't blame him. His son was basically being sold to himself with the bride's dowry. My tail puffed up with anger at the thought.

I nodded respectfully to him, then turned to run him.

"Kakarott, wait!"

"...yes, my lord?"

The king seemed reluctant to keep going, and his eyes had nothing but shame and guilt in their obsidian depths. "...I need you to continue your job until after the wedding."

"Of course."

"Then you will pack your bags and leave this palace."

My mouth gaped. He couldn't be serious? I was being fired, and taken away from my love. Tears pricked at my eyes like needles, but I did not let them fall.

It was for the good of Vegeta, and I had no business to interfere. Perhaps Frieza's plan would not prevail, and Bulma and Vegeta could live...happily...ever...after.

The happily ever after that belonged to me.

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Knock.

No answer.

Knock. Knock.

Again, there was no reply from inside the prince's room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Vegeta? Please, love, open the door," I called softly.

"Go away!" came the angry answer from the other side of the door. The sound of his crying was breaking my heart in two.

I let out a sigh of exasperation. My knuckles were sore, because I had been at this for at least an hour. My patience was wearing quickly. I raised my right hand and cut the lock with a small ki blast; the doorknob still would not turn, so I was forced in my frustration to kick it in. With a slam, the heavy wooden thing smacked onto the floor.

Vegeta was sobbing on his bed, no doubt soaking the navy quilt in his tears. All my stress melted away at the sight. Walking as softly as I could, I slowly eased myself to lay beside him. Embracing his petite body in my arms, I started to stroke his tail soothingly.

With a sniffle, a heard a small whimper of, "...Kakarott?"

"Yes?"

"You know I love you, right?"

Surprised, I pulled away to look him in the eyes. "Of course I know you love me, Vegeta!"

"And you love me back?"

"Yes. With all my heart."

He seemed thoughtful for a moment, like he was contemplating.

"What is it?" I asked. Something was troubling him, and he seemed to be deciding whether to tell me or not.

"I...well...um...er....I'm...." Vegeta stuttered, gnawing away at his lip. "...I'm...hungry! Yeah, that's it. I'm hungry."

I shot him a skeptical look, only to be returned with a giant phony smile. There was no way in the world that being hungry was bothering him, but I couldn't ignore the rumbling of my own stomach.

"...okay, let's go to the kitchen, then." I took his hand and climbed off of the bed, leading us to the kitchen. The room had a massive fridge taller and wider than Vegeta and I put together. His kitchen matched his bedroom with dark blue walls and navy appliances.

We ate a hearty meal (AN: A saiyan hearty meal is like, thanksgiving dinner times five. Yeah. =P) and that seemed to make Vegeta less cranky and unpredictable. He gave a yawn, then to my great surprise, passed out right there at the table.

My eyes widened, and for a few moments I didn't know what to do. But I snapped out of my temporary a coma and rushed over to shake him. "Vegeta! Vegeta, wake up!"

He didn't even stir.

"Oh, for crying out loud! What is wrong with him?" I yelled, jogging over to the video phone. With a few beeps, I was being connected to the physician of the palace.

"Hello?" The face of a young saiyan appeared on the screen. He had light skin and dark, spiky hair that went all over the place. But he had a professional look about him.

"You're the doctor, right?" I asked, trying to keep the panicky tone out of my voice.

"Why yes, Kakarotto. I'm Dr. Nomel. Did you get hurt cleaning the kitchen?"

"No...Vegeta's passed out, so you have to come here and take a look at him." A saw the surprise flash across the man's face, and his tail fluffed up quite comically.

"Prince Vegeta?! I'll be right there!"

Seconds later, the quite shaken doctor bolted into the room. "Gah! Prince Vegeta!" he yelled, running over to him and checking his pulse. Breathing a sigh of relief at the strong throb of the blood through his veins, Dr. Nomel dropped Vegeta's wrist.

"Is he alright?" I asked timidly, half of me not wanting to hear the answer.

"I think so, but I'll have to take him to my office to check him out properly. You'll need to stay here, I'm afraid. I don't have permission from the king for you to attend something so private." Dr. Nomel said, lifting Vegeta's slender body up with surprising strength.

I nodded solemnly. And there was no way the king would allow me to be there, if he was firing me for merely being the object of Vegeta's desires.

Dr. Nomel walked out of the room with Vegeta bridal style in his arms, and I felt the familiar flame of jelousy flicker in my stomach. The way the doctor held him; it reminded me of how I wanted to hold him.

Just married.

Those words never had tasted so incredibly sweet on my tongue, like candy. The fire of jelousy moved to my heart and started to smolder there, warming me with all of the love I had. But it was shortlived; the reality dawned on me that we never could be a couple now, because he was getting married tomorrow. To someone who wasn't me.

I walked back into Vegeta's room, collapsing onto his soft king-sized bed. The pillows smelled just like him; the scent of the lilac nearly made me cry. I was losing my love, and there was nothing I could do about it.

And I drifted off into sleep, without me even realizing it.


Sorry for the awful, half-emo half-fluffy chapter. I really didn't know what to do with this chap.

In case you're wondering, the doctor's name is "lemon" spelled backwards. Trying to keep with the saiyan fruit/vegetable names.

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssseeeeeee! R&R

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