a/n: Nelly: good eye! that's a typo, I'm too used to Kakkarot/Vegeta stories and got myself confused. lol
~*~*~*~*Passage of Time*~*~*~*~
Vegeta looked from the balcony down into the entrance of the castle. Radditz had returned, followed by a large bald man that Vegeta could only guess was who Radditz called Nappa. Grinning, Vegeta tried to think of what the two were scheming behind closed doors. He didn't really care about the whole project, he was too busy trying to envision what his mate was going to look like without all that hair.
A voice called to him from the inside, it seemed his father was ready to see him. "Ouji-sama, your father is calling for you." Stepping through the doors he walked across the heavy carpeting to his father's chambers and sat, nervously twitching the tip of his tail. When his father entered, he stood and bowed low at the waist and sat again when his father motioned to the chair.
"Vegeta, are you ready for tomorrow?" After receiving a small nod, the king continued. "I'm glad. I'm quite proud of you, you're going to make a fine king."
Radditz shifted uncomfortably in a chair and winced. He had spoken to Nappa a week or so ago, telling the elder about his son. Radditz had expected to be beaten to death by the large mound of muscle, but the bear of a saiyajin nodded his bald head, thanked Radditz for coming all that way then invited him to join himself and Lunna for dinner. Radditz had graciously accepted, they ate talking of the odd times that had passed in such a short while. After dinner had been eaten, Radditz fidgeted with his napkin until Luna looked at him oddly and snatched it away.
"You boys talk den, I'm gonna go pack some more of Bite's things." With a small smile, Lunna got up from the table and left.
Radditz took a deep breath to begin to speak, but stopped and looked away from Nappa. With a large grin Nappa slapped him on the back, "What is it? You don' have to be so nervous."
Picking at invisible lint on his shirt, Radditz spoke softly. "I wonder if you could help me with something important."
Nappa leaned forward in his chair, his face softening into a fatherly mold, "If it's in my power, o' course I'll help ya boy."
With a small grin, Radditz cheeks began to tint, "Would you teach me to weave?"
Roaring laughter echoed around the small kitchen. Nappa wiped away tears from his cheeks and smiled. "Sure, boy."
That's how it had started. Radditz had to explain to Nappa what exactly they were going to do, and how important it would be. Nappa eyes had widened after being asked such a request but had graciously accepted, especially learning that Radditz was the prince's bond-mate.
Now, Radditz gripped the arms of the cushioned chair and winced again, this time rubbing the back of his head. A booming laughter behind him made Radditz turn around and scowl. Nappa grinned wide, "It's a good thing you have lots o' hair, ne? I don' mean to pull, but yer hair is so thick." Radditz nearly sighed as his fingers ran through close to half an inch of freshly cropped hair. _There goes twenty years of growth down the drain..._ After another ten or so minutes Nappa grunted in satisfaction, "Der...all finished." Radditz turned to see several baskets filled with masses of his dark locks. His head felt lighter, but he shivered as a breeze crossed the back of his neck.
Walking to a mirror, Radditz' mouth hung agape. It wasn't that the new haircut looked bad, but he had been used to seeing mountains of hair falling down his back. Now it stuck off of his head in small messy points. Running a hand over his head he sighed. "Guess we'd better get started now, it's going to take a while to finish this thing." Nappa nodded and pointed to a chair across from himself. In one hand he held a picture of what Radditz had chosen to be weaved, in the other he had a fistful of hair. The heavy tapestry had been taken down and now rested across a massive table in a private room. Taking the picture from Nappa's hand, Radditz looked down on it and smiled. "Is this going to be too complicated?"
Nappa shook his head and began knoting chunks of hair, "Not so bad really, I just don't know how you managed to alter dat picture."
Radditz grinned and looked at the photo again. It showed Vegeta from the chest up, a flow of golden hair upswept in an aura of flickering static. Cornflower eyes glared dominance, and his infamous smirk. "It wasn't that hard really..."
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a/n: Sorry this chapter is so blunt, i couldn't really think of a way to end it. thank you everyone who reviewed. this story came out a lot longer than I had originally intended. I hope I didn't dissappoint anyone too badly.
--additional: I'm taking Nelly's imploring review and thinking quite hard about a Piccolo/Vegeta story. sounds tasty... *drools* it'll probably take a while but look for some time in the future. ^.~
~*~*~*~*Passage of Time*~*~*~*~
Vegeta looked from the balcony down into the entrance of the castle. Radditz had returned, followed by a large bald man that Vegeta could only guess was who Radditz called Nappa. Grinning, Vegeta tried to think of what the two were scheming behind closed doors. He didn't really care about the whole project, he was too busy trying to envision what his mate was going to look like without all that hair.
A voice called to him from the inside, it seemed his father was ready to see him. "Ouji-sama, your father is calling for you." Stepping through the doors he walked across the heavy carpeting to his father's chambers and sat, nervously twitching the tip of his tail. When his father entered, he stood and bowed low at the waist and sat again when his father motioned to the chair.
"Vegeta, are you ready for tomorrow?" After receiving a small nod, the king continued. "I'm glad. I'm quite proud of you, you're going to make a fine king."
Radditz shifted uncomfortably in a chair and winced. He had spoken to Nappa a week or so ago, telling the elder about his son. Radditz had expected to be beaten to death by the large mound of muscle, but the bear of a saiyajin nodded his bald head, thanked Radditz for coming all that way then invited him to join himself and Lunna for dinner. Radditz had graciously accepted, they ate talking of the odd times that had passed in such a short while. After dinner had been eaten, Radditz fidgeted with his napkin until Luna looked at him oddly and snatched it away.
"You boys talk den, I'm gonna go pack some more of Bite's things." With a small smile, Lunna got up from the table and left.
Radditz took a deep breath to begin to speak, but stopped and looked away from Nappa. With a large grin Nappa slapped him on the back, "What is it? You don' have to be so nervous."
Picking at invisible lint on his shirt, Radditz spoke softly. "I wonder if you could help me with something important."
Nappa leaned forward in his chair, his face softening into a fatherly mold, "If it's in my power, o' course I'll help ya boy."
With a small grin, Radditz cheeks began to tint, "Would you teach me to weave?"
Roaring laughter echoed around the small kitchen. Nappa wiped away tears from his cheeks and smiled. "Sure, boy."
That's how it had started. Radditz had to explain to Nappa what exactly they were going to do, and how important it would be. Nappa eyes had widened after being asked such a request but had graciously accepted, especially learning that Radditz was the prince's bond-mate.
Now, Radditz gripped the arms of the cushioned chair and winced again, this time rubbing the back of his head. A booming laughter behind him made Radditz turn around and scowl. Nappa grinned wide, "It's a good thing you have lots o' hair, ne? I don' mean to pull, but yer hair is so thick." Radditz nearly sighed as his fingers ran through close to half an inch of freshly cropped hair. _There goes twenty years of growth down the drain..._ After another ten or so minutes Nappa grunted in satisfaction, "Der...all finished." Radditz turned to see several baskets filled with masses of his dark locks. His head felt lighter, but he shivered as a breeze crossed the back of his neck.
Walking to a mirror, Radditz' mouth hung agape. It wasn't that the new haircut looked bad, but he had been used to seeing mountains of hair falling down his back. Now it stuck off of his head in small messy points. Running a hand over his head he sighed. "Guess we'd better get started now, it's going to take a while to finish this thing." Nappa nodded and pointed to a chair across from himself. In one hand he held a picture of what Radditz had chosen to be weaved, in the other he had a fistful of hair. The heavy tapestry had been taken down and now rested across a massive table in a private room. Taking the picture from Nappa's hand, Radditz looked down on it and smiled. "Is this going to be too complicated?"
Nappa shook his head and began knoting chunks of hair, "Not so bad really, I just don't know how you managed to alter dat picture."
Radditz grinned and looked at the photo again. It showed Vegeta from the chest up, a flow of golden hair upswept in an aura of flickering static. Cornflower eyes glared dominance, and his infamous smirk. "It wasn't that hard really..."
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a/n: Sorry this chapter is so blunt, i couldn't really think of a way to end it. thank you everyone who reviewed. this story came out a lot longer than I had originally intended. I hope I didn't dissappoint anyone too badly.
--additional: I'm taking Nelly's imploring review and thinking quite hard about a Piccolo/Vegeta story. sounds tasty... *drools* it'll probably take a while but look for some time in the future. ^.~